Heart Of The Matter
Early Morning Dreaming
Just early morning dreaming,
A winter gone to ground,
It's spring, it is the season,
When love is all around,
I'm dreaming of the winding road,
That leads to southern shore,
The heady scent of pine cones,
I had the dream before,
I'm driving through the mountains,
The mist hangs in the air,
I cross the little hump backed bridge,
My sanctuary is there,
It's spring, it is the season,
And love is all around,
Long days and nights down by the loch,
My inner sanctum found.
Linda Harnett, ©2008
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Early Morning Dreaming
Early Morning Dreaming
