Garden of Dream's

As I slowly drift off to sleep; I see visions of beauty;deep'
I enter a garden,so rarely seen; for it is ever bloomin' in my dreams.

I walk this path all alone,Through the haze,as often dreams do,
walking this perfect pathway of stone to you.

Each dream is diffrnt' from the next,lovers beauty you do posess,
tenderly beating is your heart; forevr' loving is your art.

You reach for my hand & gently kiss my lips,
forevr' I do embrace;this beauty & grace.

Walk with me through this garden of dreams,
making each more beautiful as it seems.

Slowly' entwining;like lover's do,
each touch & glance;more precious & true.

No other lover have I known,could cast his spell or throw a stone,
greater & true,with evry' hour,is this love that empower's.

Through the garden gates I must go;into the world,that I know,
I will return;"do not fear" to be greeted by one so dear.

For this is where true beauty lies,
through the garden gates of my sleeping eyes.