I seek a place where there's always peace,
And gentle breezes of perfection.
No Wars nor even disagreements,
To distract my mind from harmony.
I need the inner spaces of lingering expanses,
That exclude all my anxieties.
A place where I can settle,
And bring my self into balance.
If I concentrate long enough,
I can picture that paradise.
A place where the winds blow softly,
And flowers are in abundance.
The rolling hills all asplender,
With trees of fruit and soft grasses.
The skies are always azure blue,
And it never rains until I sleep.
I know this place does not exist,
But I can still dream my hearts desires.
I know this world where I live,
Cannot contain my fantasies.
I think sometimes that I was born too early,
Because I feel my soul lies in the future.
I see myself flying thru space,
To a beautiful planet called Eden.
Even tho I grow old and weary,
I know I never will see perfection.
And yet there is an inner peace,
Because I can still dream of Eden.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - 2002)
