Waking and removing matter....
and destiny of the reminders,
dirt roads that where traveled....
cold frames and turns,
but never getting lost,
in a dream,
reminding me of,
a dream,
of silence that sings,
and colors that gleam,
I am finding my way,
being lead by destiny through change,

if only....a dream.

And beauty and peace abounds
with in shadows cast by trees,
as water plays with rocks,
in a nearby stream.
My effortless search continues
to a thought in which I have fallen,
Love being destiny,

if only....a dream.

And the light escapes the leafs
dancing across green grass,
Where trees that grew in a fashion
for a path predestine,
leading to a little white church
that now only awaits....
The arrival of You.

if only....a dream.