by Walt Evans

The stars over-head bend me back, 'til I almost fall ... with their beauty.
This is "the place," I'd dreamed of, as a youth ... long ago, but forgotten ... Walt

Love surrounds Brad . . . he wears her like a great coat, seeing her everywhere
. . . she sees him, as he walks the green paths and hills beyond, the trees wave at him on windy days, he waves back . . . with his heart.

In summer, the river flows like a road onward . . . whispering . . . tempting,
wondering why he stays, and not see, what rivers knows, Calling: "Go to the Sea"
. . . but the Sea does not yet tempt him.

At times on starry nights, he looks to the heavens from between the trees, in serene
wonder, from his place . . . of heart, with a profound sense, of . . .

just. . ." being"

There.

Forward ~ The Lone Gull.

Copyright

Back ~ Dreamers.

Music ~ Lighter Shade of Blue ~ by Brad Kalita, author and composer
and founder of Gathering Light Retreat.

Spirited Visionary Dreamscapes ... Illumination ~ Head for Home.