In the trees of glory, I capture unseen desires
holding me tightly among the branches of
sweet freshness of mist and shadows of angels dancing around the forest of my
heart.
How sweet the breeze kisses the flowers
at sunset, while sparkles appear in the
night skies, making a person want to stop
time, just for a while, to take in all the
wonders of every second, that will never
live again.
Attraction rings through my body as I roam
across the vast unknown valley's and brooks
strolling on the soft moss growing beneath
the tall trees of redwood and violets of purple
flirting with Lilly’s of the valley.
Voices calling my name as I dream with my
angels guiding my way through dreamland and
musical promises.
A visual wonderland can always hold the attention
to enchantment filled with wonder, the essence of
fragrant remembrance.
