There are saints.
There are angels.
There are loving souls
flying all around.
It is the land where
I shall sit
and never talk.
I shall only smile.
Lord take me to that land.
in tremendous joy.
They dance on the angel’s wings,
on the soft tail of the white dove.
They lie flat and sleep
on the dancing feathers
of the colorful peacock.
At the birth of the dusk
dreams fly down
from the heavenly caverns
to earth’s sweet shore.
As the moon shines
they begin to dance
on the shining waters of
the mild flowing river,
in the secret village
where farmers sleep
and the sheep lie cozy.
Dreams dance
on the lips
of lovers
who spend the night
on the riverbanks
hugging and kissing
giggling and hissing.
Dreams come from heaven
to make love a dream.
God cares for you and me
he puts you and I in motion
of heavenly love.
(This was published in Starlite Cafe under the name of my mother Genova by me) .