I’m dreaming of a place


I’m dreaming of a place. That place, so far away. Keep praying they say, for somehow, as though a flick of wand, or a sprinkle of wishing dust, the prayers will be heard someday. Perhaps music there is strummed in harmonized chords, angels sing in synchronized chorus. Perhaps crystal clear images reflect off tranquil waters, where you snuggle in the surrounding’s warm embrace. And so I pray, and pray, till the day I find that place. I’m dreaming of a place…