I want to walk aside a restless…. yet..
Gentle spoken brook… With a smile as wide..
As the surrounding forest trees ~ Are tall..
I want to hear the voice that comes from..
Within a outstretched meadow… Mid fountains
Blossoming into ~ A crowning affair..
I want to feel my palm.. Pressed against..
A level and polished… Smooth flowing breeze..
As it lifts me amidst its mighty innocence…
I want a piece of the peaceful life..
Within the visions of a guiding white light..
From a watch tower.. Aimed at a single dove.
Unblemished and seaworthy ~ Able to stride..
Upon the tides.. Of the warmth deep within..
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