Literature
Off We Go
I awoke this morning with tears
in my eyes, for a dream so sweet
yet to never be. What has been?
A song that floats out to sea, sung
by countless voices who drift on
before time. "Now, now, come right here.
Let me sing for you, that you may
be at ease in that sweet, gentle
sky. Rest, my child." Would a dream fly
on wings meant only for angels?
Oh, the tears of light, of sorrow,
of joy and peace. Off to a new
world, to a new journey. Taken
by a sweet melody, to where
the fiddle sighs, and the flute breathes
with such hope. Would we dare to find
the horizon yet found? Boundless
prairies of swaying grass, to a day
where smiles are just that. Leave that King
out on the sea, let the soul fall
on a droplet of honeydew.
Wonder calls again, for this land
still holds that sweet embrace once felt
in a different age. May we,
just dance once more into that dream?
With strings to feel that gift before
the sun breaks into dawn. "Come on!
The road is long, but we have time."
Feel the winds take
