Sleeping contentedly,
In a cloud of what smell’s like juniper
berries and cypress trees,
A crystal clear breeze of mountain fresh air,
The scent wafting over
me,
Like soft dew, waves of pure bliss, caressing
my heart,
As my angel, embraced me,
Enveloping, me, in
strong, and tender, arms.
Dreaming of floating,
In a cocoon of cotton wool clover,
The hazy, mist, which glows around, us.
Let us fly to the moon
and back,
And watch the sun rise,
The beams of light shining,
Off your pure white
wings,
Like golden pixie dust,
Flowing in our wake,
As a twinkling stream
of stars.
Let us follow the
stars to eternity,
Sharing beautiful dreams,
Of wonderful ways.
Adventures, of times of old,
And ancient of days. ~ Seaopal
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