Yesterday I had a dream about dying,
About laying to rest and then flying.
How the moment at hand, is the only thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed, and I wonder.....
after all has been said and is done for......
Why is it thus we are here and so soon
we are gone?
And if so, then I sing for you Dianne.
And in truth you must know. I would rather
you be here by my side.
We could fly on the wings of a dream.
To a place where the spirit could find us.
And the joy of surrender would bind us.
We are "one" anyway.....anyway we are
more than we seem.
There are those who would lead us,
protect us each step of the way.
From the beginning to end,
for each moment forever each day.
Such a gift has been given, it can never
be taken away.
Though the body in passing must leave us.
There is one who remains to
There are those in this life who
are friends from our heavenly home.
and as I lay in my bed and I wonder.
After all has been said and is done for.
Why is it thus we are here and
so soon we are gone?
I'll always love you Dianne