somewhere dreams
a pasture grows
in shades of green
and grass
paints a promise
rich of royal hues
somewhere
they are making plans
for someday
I’ll be home
a sky beyond
the memory of blue

somewhere still
my name is spoke
whene’er the night
grows calm
a hush above
the everyday release
of breathing in
and breathing out
somewhere
yet am I
a moment unforgotten ~
a whisper through
the trees

. . .