Imagination

I had a dream... 

where there were hills and streams,
here I live alone
in a house made of stone.

Where the breeze is cool
like the warmth of wool
beneath my fingers
the beautiful feeling lingers.

The stream runs along
clear,fresh n' long
with beautiful flowers growing all around
the bird songs so melodious can always be found

At dawn n' dusk
to see the view is sheer luck.
The calm and quiet is so welcoming
I always think m' dreaming

Nature is my companion,
and so is my beautiful stallion
with beautiful liquid brown eyes
which never hold lies.

He is a part of me,
a friend who's always with me.
We ride out together over the hill side,
and I can feel the joy rising within me like a tide

In my Paradise, 
there's hope in every sunrise
N' in this solitude 
there's nothing unpleasant or rude

I feel I am pure
here I need no cure....
My sorrows are washed away,
and joy fills my heart every single day

My hurts are healed
My heart is whole and sealed
I know not myself anymore
like a long lost story.........a forgotten folk lore.

I love this life
I love this place
where I can be what I want to be 
n' see what I long to see
feel things around me without a fear
and express my opinions loud n' clear

I am myself
and no one else,my life's my own
not pretended, not altered
I face it with confidence and do not falter

Clad in white....
when I sit out at night
on the porch in my rocking chair
I see the moon shine Oh! so beautiful so fair

I look up to the heavens
and am struck by a thought
Oh! my Jesus how lost I was...........
now I have found a new me
the one you always wanted me to be

I say,........................
U never left my side,
even though I hurt n' lied
U never lost faith in me
Your child I was n' am always meant to be

U fill me with your love n' grace
and talk to me face to face
U are by my side night n' day
I am never alone, I know you'll always stay

At this point I jolt awake
for its already daybreak
I ponder on my dream
about the hills n' the stream

I think to myself......................

Will there ever be, 
a place for me,
with hills n' streams n' countless trees?
feel upon my skin the soft touch of the breeze?
Where there are sweet smelling flowers
beautiful bird song and showers.....

Will I ever see him run wild n' free
Will this ever be a part of my destiny
with tears in my eyes 
I look out to the morning skies

All my life I dreamt of this
something I never wanted to miss
where I was myself and my spirit free 

I thought it was never meant to be.....

it's now a possibility on the horizon I see :D 

Liz 

Writ - 3 Sept 2009

Time - 10:12 A.M.