In my dreams
I sing a song
of me…
I live a life
where I am free.
Surrounded by
light and love
and flowers…
so many beautiful
flowers…
the grass is soft
the light is warm
the sounds of water
caressing my soul…
surrounded by creatures
to and fro.
I walk with friends
at peace in my world…
I love
and
I am loved
no doubts
no fears
no meanness
comes near.
My dreams realized
for me
and
for you…
Growing up
growing,
always
growing…
growing
body
growing
mind
growing
limber
growing
strong
growing
fast.
Growing
older
growing
weary
growing
slower
growing
tired
growing
wiser
growing
freer
growing
until
the
end…
Running deep
running long
take me
to the
place
I belong.
I dream
of you,
I weave
tales
of you,
sweet
Ireland…
I will
return
to my
roots
in life
and
in death.
Ireland,
I will
finally rest
in my
Mothers
embrace
where the
gulls cry
at sunset…
I spent some
time in your
space,
your aura’s
embrace…
No words
needed
to feel
your healing
grace…
You looked
into my soul
with your
beautiful
eyes,
I did not
want to
leave
your side.
I will
return~
I must
because
I have found
my Muse
in You…
