“Field of dreams”

              “Field of dreams”

                     (Revised)                  

I went to sleep and awaken yesterday,

too dreams of days gone by,

And in this dream life was complete,

I truly felt I could fly.

I have planted many a seeds, that have caught root and grown,

but never, in the rows, on the hill.

A place of mystery and magic, made here,

amongst this display, of most sacred, dafadills.

And the daffodils, for miles on hills,

sway in unison, briskly in the wind,

A moment so grand, to be a complete man,

as a garden, that demands no tend.

A ground meant feverantly green, though yellow than the sun,

many of land and thus by sea

A non-filtered dream in each row spawns sheer bliss,

as the wind blow the wind blow field of dreams, as the rows run,

What i would have gave, to be granted life in full,

too live, and never to be discarded, nor thrown away.

How perfect it would be, a life without pain, (set free),

there would be, no (ominous) needs for prayer.

No restrictions there’d be, for miles around,

as wild life and nature, beneath the sun blend

You may say this day; I’m a facilitative dreamer,

on knees pad locked, only to now bend.

Baptized in new birth, a life well worth,

with no price tag, ever to be applied.

And in this dream, life was granted news means,

but in reality, was the day which I died.

I’ve hurt you enough, to push you away

but for reasons, well known, of my own.

I wished to explain but lost time, took center stage

and to me no longer belong.

The battle, be within his dreams, of another day,

But the new found field, lays momentous ecstasy.

but in its forest, is where you will find me, waiting

there, near “New Life,” was known this tree.

Jim