A Dream

In the essence of a dream
I found a secret place,
where people love you, unaware
of looks, beliefs, or race.

The world is of another Earth
imbedded in our own.
The sweet embrace of love's true face
is set within the stone.

The flow of life within these walls
can never be infected.
The inner beauty of the heart
is all that is reflected

Throughout the hills that gently roll
there lies a sense of rapture.
Obtaining such fulfulling bliss
that once seemed hard to capture.

The streaks of sunlight warm your skin
and moonlight clears your mind.
Always learning, never searching,
joy is what you find.

The knowledge that this place exists
persuades you and convinces.
The touch, the taste, the sight, the smell
all overwhelm your senses.

Replenished now, the beauty fades
into a sparkling stream.
Awakening you come to find
this realm was but a dream.

--Daryl Molen


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