louis rams (09/13/1943 / new york city)

6/17/06

As they paddled down the river of dreams
And of plans and schemes
Seeking the little white dove
Who is of peace and love.
They searched high and they searched low
They searched until the moon began to glow.

They traveled by the moonlit night
Seeking that bird in its flight
Upon arriving on the beaches shores
Their search ended forever more.

The bird of love was in plain sight
Because they had not given up the fight.
The love came upon them as the
Stars upon the sea
Whispering ever so sweetly.

And on this you can depend
You have reached your journeys end.