Under the misty shade
of the wishing tree
Its boughs
laden with dreams
I sat unaware
within softly falling whispers
Splitting my moments
at their seams
of the wishing tree
Its boughs
laden with dreams
I sat unaware
within softly falling whispers
Splitting my moments
at their seams
Yes, I am!
Because I have a basket
that I want to fill
with the sweetest bits
Of thought stars
And breathless flowers
I have carefully gathered
from inside my soul-galaxies
So I can weave them
with mellifluous moonbeams
into matchless streams
of delightful fantasies
It is my fondest offering
to the enchanting charmer
of a magnificent, gorgeous heart
Who deserves the best
most splendid gifts of all
in the entire endless cosmos
I have carefully gathered
from inside my soul-galaxies
So I can weave them
with mellifluous moonbeams
into matchless streams
of delightful fantasies
It is my fondest offering
to the enchanting charmer
of a magnificent, gorgeous heart
Who deserves the best
most splendid gifts of all
in the entire endless cosmos
For you.....are a class apart!
MS
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