From my other blog. We poets can be big dreamers.
Beyond the valley sunsets,
through a nestled paradise for dreamers,
beside a crystal lagoon where the deep and green go,
my laughter embraces the wonders here.
My heart beats warm where waters flow
from a sparkling waterfall.
I bathe away the devil
and drown her in the quick;
I slumber on the stardust seldom ever seen
and spread my love to journey on the backs of angels’ wings.
My slumber grows warm
like lovers on soft sand;
I sing my heart’s desire:
a melody in the shining of the forever full flower moon.
Only dreamers ever travel here,
and the ones who want to dream forever
never want to leave;
so close your eyes and join me now
in a dreamer’s Shangri-La.