Dreams
Saturday, August 14th, 2010Sometimes a friend looks down the road and longs for ya to stop by . . .
Sometimes she waits . . . and waits . . .
But she knows that this life isn’t perfect . . .
That we get caught up in the daily duties and that too many miles separate us . . .
She knows . . . cause she’d long to go visiting . . .
But the time isn’t right . . .
But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about it . . .
. . . and dream
And someday . . . in that fair land where time is no more
I’m hoping to walk with ya . . .
in meadows sweet . . .
with plenty of time and joy that that we know little of down here.
I can’t wait . . .






