In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
can we dream
of something unreal
and in that reality
make our dreams come true
from the deepest oceans
to the highest mountains
may we be one
with nature’s dream
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
dreams lead into dreams
let your conscious fly away
as the subconscious governs the night
succumb to Morpheus
let him be your guide
as you venture ever further
to reach an understanding
when you wake
and try to remember
has this been your life
that when you close your eyes
you are seeking surrender
in dreams
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
dreams of passion
the soft light of day
thoughts fade away
calling out to you
are you still there
waiting for me
at night I pray
for a new beginning
where each day
is full of light
and we are together
every night
The moon rises
and transforms the night
its light descending
shaping the valley
each step a mile
from sunrise to sunset
there lies the moon
reflected in a pool of light
our dream of happiness
lasts us through the night
I dream of a rainbow moon
a circle of light
it’s colour a reflection
of everything
Painted clouds
across a sky
I sit and dream
with contemplation
I write what unfolds
as stillness lies
what we share
is left unknown
spread far and wide