I sit upon a bed of pillows,
underneath the weeping willows,
I stare into the starlit sky,
Where clouds cascade the moon up high,
I think of things that matter most to me,
As the lids upon my eyes begin to grow heavy,
I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep,
As I lay in my somber slumber I begin to weep,
When I begin to dream of things yet to come,
I see birds soaring through the sky,
They have no cares or reasons why,
Within my dreams there is a place,
Where we can be free in wide open space,
I see a hill that blocks my view,
From all life's dreams that I pursue,
I begin to climb over the hill,
To recapture this feeling, with all my will,
All of a sudden I fall to my life's end,
Where my dreams begin again.


Written By:
Leah