blue-gray clouds,

lead up to the heavens

like decored shrouds.

Moss covered trees,

babbling brooks,

the small friendly caves

are our crannies and nooks.

Heather filled meadows,

sweet smelling grass,

where birds have sung,

so sweet in the past.

Small log cabins

where lovers have gone,

to lay in each other's arms

'til the dawn.

Children playing

in the sands of time,

watch butterflies dance,

silently, in mime.

But when we're together,

alone with our dreams,

with our thoughts and our lives...