Saturday, November 10, 2007
Whenever I daydream,
and daydream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place,
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I daydream.
And whenever I daydream,
and daydream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
-Cassie McNair-
Dan
5:57 pm
