For Dreamers Only

There is a place I go to watch leaves that blow back and forth, and never hang still.

There is a place I go to see waters that swirl around and around, and never stop.

It is a place I go not to tarry over the trials of the here and now, or to ponder the past what could have been.

It is a place I go to dream of times of joy floating on for eternity, and of dancers dancing with feet that never touch the ground.

It is a place for dreams apart.

It is a place for dreaming alone.

It is a place for dreamers only.

And so I sit in my place whenever I can as often as I can and watch the leaves floating forever above me, and see the waters dancing ever beneath me, trying to forget I'm sitting still.