In a dream

Shallow water, wading through the reeds, and the sky is silence free of sound, the birds have hidden in the shadows hue, a humming frog the only cue

Motions and ripples, comfort me in times complementary song of hope, where flowers bask onto the light of the sun, via a swinging rope,

A swing lay dorment of fragile laughter, the dusty trail no walkers by, the great escapade Of ants below, building mountains high,

The unforgiving grey clouds Bring rain to life beneath, and love became that river running So gracious though so brief,

The little leafboats swander in torrents met down stream, And I awake alone again, Yet had you in a dream.