By: Joe Trava

As I began to breathe,
I don't recall, I can't explain,
the largest river flowed
in days with sun and rain.

It flowed so fast
and furious,
I tried my best
but couldn't rest.

I went along
the river deep,
the snowy mountain high,
the sky above
the clouds that cried,

and I dreamed of Jeannie
and I knew I loved her
don't ask me how,
don't ask me why.

It was her smile,
enchanting eyes,
or how she danced,
a silhouette that hypnotized me

in a journey of beautiful worlds.

Joe Trava

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.
~Marsha Norman

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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2010

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