Honey Running Streams - Poem by Anna Andrews
The stars are out on this fine night
To guild you to your dreams,
To a place so safe & pure
With honey running streams.
The moon is smiling down on you
Watching you dance with grace,
By a lake where a lady sings
Dressed in satin & lace.
The candle you hold within your hand
You placed upon the ground,
To sip the honey running stream
With both palms cupped around.
The stream turns into a river
For a boat to sail for you,
The boat spreads out its golden wings
& of to the stars you flew.
So close your eyes & count the stars
That helps you find your dreams,
To take you to that wonderful place
Where falls, sweet honey streams.
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