She hold the dream in her hands, What a beautiful poem by Jane Dougherty
I dream of places deep and green
Where we could live our idyll
Where the air is full of birdsong
And trees grow tall in the silence
Of the bright sky’s rim.
I picture where we’ll sit, just you and I
In a stone flagged kitchen
Or a cosy den of polished boards
With a woodstove to heat our winter days
And windows open to the summer breeze.
You smile and tell me we already have
The only things that we will ever need.
The world outside our room can turn,
Suns follow moons and cats and city lights,
As long as you have your desk next to mine
And all you have to do is raise your head
And I am there.
I think that all I want is space to write my words
And watch the world outside flow gently by
In a graceful dance of red leaves…
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