The vision

I long to be free in a land of abstract where pansies are weapons of beauty, and blue skies are scattered blankets of azure sand...Where songs enchant the soul's most secret key, and the sun dips its golden fingers in the vast blue sea...

I long to embrace arms of wonder so perfumed that the tropical breeze across the bay gets love-sick and begs for breaths of life carried on injured wings...

I long to draw with colors of love a portrait of magnolias along life's ill fated roads and shattered dreams, cautioning the heart to observe and stay still...

I long to walk side by side down the soundless valley and swim in rivers of love that passeth understanding ...

I long to hear a newborn hymn of the wind uttering a shrill minor tune of a loved one's voice breaking through the trembling of my own for the nightingales to hear...

I long to greet the morning sun with notes of music singing the dreamer's nights and days and when in flight, a note of grace glitters across the bay.....

Turn with the wind, oh beautiful soul

Oppose the hardships, stay with me

Dance in me, remain joyous and free....

Therese copyright, 2000

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