I close my eyes The lantern dies The scent of awakening Wildhoney and dew Childhood games Woods and lakes Streams of silver Toys of olden days The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures In the meadow of life My acre of heaven A 5-year-old winterheart In a place called home Sailing the waves of past Rocking chair without a dreamer A wooden swing without laughter Sandbox without toy soldiers Yuletide without the Flight Dreambound for life Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden Until I see the 1st star of fall I fall asleep And see it all: Mothers care And color of the kites
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 13:08:52 +0000
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