Like A Dreamland..

Like A Dream Land

Such a beautiful sound...
Reaching the depths of my soul...
It's like a dreamland...One's want's never to wake up...
As I sit in this island paradise, casting my eyes across the horizon far...
What my eyes see, it's a land enchanted by beauty its nature,
It's an island paradise.

I see in my dreams, a land unspoilt by man, 
Leaving one with wonder, achingly beautiful...
How can one ache, by the beauty before one's eyes
Beauty can constrict one's throat,
As one's mesmerised by its beauty
 
Land of dreams enchanted, reaching deeply into one's soul!
Peacefulness abounds.
Only the sounds of birds chirping, breaking the silence
There's a stillness in the air..whichever way one turns
Ambiguity resides not anywhere

Rippling waters flowing by, leaving one's mesmerised.
Bewitched..
Those pipes sounding,  cutting right through me.The silence
I can feel, like a pain wringing in my heart.
And the beauty that I see; tears spilling out 

How can one cry when beauty abounds before one's eyes  
Sounding those pipes revibrating in the air
Sending thrills through my mind  
Magically...
Like the first paradise..in heaven or earth...

Humanity turning it into hell.
As hell abounds as well.
One can weep with gladness, as well as in sorrow.
Filling one's heart with gladness those pipes
Bringing me back a tomorrow.

Their echo resounding through the core of my being
Leaving me light, of heart.
As they finally die like a whisper.................
Of one's last breath
No ambiguity...
Ambiguity resides not there.

By Connie James

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