A PLACE TO DREAM

Sitting where the green moss grows

And shadows fall upon the grottoes;

I sit and gaze and the while I dream

Of things imagined but seldom seen.

 Upon the rays of golden suns,

I catch a glimpse of heavenly visions;

All the things His hands have made

Before the light within me fades.

 Where dampness tends to grow the moss.

Is there I sit in dreams to cross

Bridges that in life too wide,

I find my way to the other side.

 Upon the wings of birds of flight

And tails of comets to alight.

I soar the oceans and the mountains

And quench my thirst from nature's fountains.

 Let me sit where the green moss grows

And dream away my cares and woes.

Wake me when the visions fade;

When back to reality, my senses bade.