Thursday, December 4, 2008

Pleasure

Joy comes to those who reach for their dreams
Some struggles with their perils
For others an illusion
Those are what seems

Simple pleasures are all that is nature
Some never see
Sound of a welcome rain
A well place dream catcher

Sands of a retreating tide
Walking on an ocean shore
Our spirits wander to a distant island
You by my side

1 comment:

Tracey-Ann said...

I really like the last stanza, lovely.