In My Dreams
A flowing river
sparkling and clean.
Not a dry ditch
unfit to be seen.
Arias of birdsong
to sing me on my way,
as I sail upon the water
to a perfect day.
New life in abundance
vibrant and strong.
Wind in the trees
rustling a lullaby song.
Happy and free
no care to weigh me down.
I would smile and sing
and never wear a frown.
A spirit I am
conducting nature’s choir,
my Cathedral a river
filled with living fire.
Water will wash me
and take away a thirst.
I’ll never be last again,
I’ll always be first.
Josie Smith
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