In the
concrete jungle
Where
sky scrapers block the sun
Where
blue skies are but patches
In a
world of grey stone
My soul
thirsts and hungers
For
green trees and birdsong
For
running waters
That
flow over rocks and stones
Here in
this city
I feel
small and alone
Memory
brings me back
To
oceans deep and wild
To the
towering mountains
And emerald
valleys lush and kind
Soon, I
whisper
Soon I
will be there
Where
rivers rush to meet their mother
And
waves crash on the shore
Soon, I
promise myself
Envisioning
sand between my toes
Where no
cement unbending
Cause my
soles to hurt
My soul
too, hurts
But soon
this will be
Just
another memory
Of my
travels through this life
Soon
LIVING THE DREAM 