maybe when we dream...
it's not that we dream
of past loves gone by
it's not that we dream
of the hot summer sun in the sky
it's a wish of solitude
where the sea is calm
and the waves are low
it's a wish of peace
where all mankind wakes up
everyday and they're free
it's a wish of commune
with the rolling hills
and the mountains beyond
it's a wish of bathing nude
in a cold, distant, abandoned
and hidden waterfall
where the water is clear
where the water is pure
where the water is unspoiled
so that our spirits will soar
and may we dream some more
that God may hear it
and miracles may bloom...
art is by ms. cummings... "galileo's dream schooner"...
