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.
the nest was bare
they were no longer there
where had they gone
shed a tear for them
that is nature’s way
of saying goodbye
there was a girl in Amsterdam
who was quite a fancy
and when she spoke to you
she said her name was Nancy
breaking down these stereotypes
and being a bit pricey
next door to her
they looked a little dicy
walking away I turned back
they had already retreated
the lights had gone out
and my wallet was depleted
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
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
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
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
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