In the garden where dreams came true
My father was a gentle man
Who took the time he spent with me
Where fairies could live
Those days when time suspended
The outside world did not matter
We shared moments with the butterfly
Trading ideas on many things
It was my fondest time in life
As the sparrow sings
Sweet songs that remind me
Of all that occured
The visions are clear
None are blurred
Grateful to have known
Those many days
Spent with father
Whom I adore
In my heart for ever more
Although it never was
I dream of it on lonely nights
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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