Comments about Elizabeth Lindberg
Dreams Can Be Glimses Of Heaven
I hope their are guitars in Heaven,
a flute or two would be ok,
this is my dream of Heaven,
Like Burger King,
I get to have it my way,
Nobody gets angry in Heaven,
time out's put one on the moon,
disputer's can argue with craters or,
make sand-castles in moon-dunes,
I hope we can fly on a wing and a prayer,
and do all our favorite things,
there's love floatin all over up there,
its never a bad time to sing,
I want to see who made the sun,
I wish to join peace, love and joy,
and give to the Lord all the songs in my heart,
and sail ...
The sea! The sea!
The witchy sea!
thou art called she,
Thy moods are captivating,
there's danger in thy depths!
there's intrigue in thy witchy heart,
where your secrets are kept,