Dreamily
Copyright © Crystal 2002

The sky, as i lay quiet, speaks down to me
It's beauty, it's magic, it's neverending
The wind gently flowing through my hair, stirring memories deep inside
Hopes....dreams....images pass as I lay there in silence
Quiet tears run down my cheeks, wanting....
Hoping.......but never getting.
This lost dream world, one I can escape to always...
Fades with age....though it strive to grasp it, yet it fades.
Sun setting.....cold surrounds....as my breathe slows.
Age sets in....time slows...old memories renew.
Thus..I lay upon the hill...under the vast sky, silent...happy.....free


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