Post by John on Mar 2, 2013 18:30:22 GMT -5
Does not the thought of summer flies and blue sky's
rays of sunlight reflecting in you eyes ~ the constant sound of birds chattering to each other and you ~ red and yellow flowers, bee's and sweat on your back and brow
Seem but a distant
and fading memory of a story told long ago ~ of a half remembered dream as one struggles to return to earth waking in the early morning fog of what perhaps is a reality
rays of sunlight reflecting in you eyes ~ the constant sound of birds chattering to each other and you ~ red and yellow flowers, bee's and sweat on your back and brow
Seem but a distant
and fading memory of a story told long ago ~ of a half remembered dream as one struggles to return to earth waking in the early morning fog of what perhaps is a reality
