I had a dream Of paradise,
Where voices sailed upon the wind.
Where huge black ravens flew in the skies,
And my ailing body was on the mend.
I had a dream Of paradise,
Where gold dust glittered in the sand.
And the voices whispered truths, no lies,
In the most beautiful, sweet, and virgin land.
I had a dream Of paradise,
Where yellow creosote went on for miles.
And the desert willows carressed my eyes,
And I played in the sand, just like a child.
I had a dream Of paradise,
Of snow on mountains ever high.
And Of the coyotes mournful cries,
Of Gambel Quail that rarely fly.
But it was just a dream I fear,
For I awoke in my own bed.
And a single tear ran out my eye,
For the Mojave, lives in my head.
2/26/14 Alton Texas
What a wonderful dream of Paradise though my dream of it is totally different from yours! I got fascinated by your biography... a proud father of six children.... a loving companion who believes that his wife is the greatest asset and a man in love with the rustic life! Really enjoyed your poem!
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the dream you live in, your Mojave, is richer than paradise.