TUESDAY'S MORNING 8:00   (For Lisanne) Dream of yourself in a field colored honey with diamonds galore that dazzle your eyes lie there alone-- let the clouds be your pillow-- and sing with the birds that wing through the sky Boxes of letters will follow behind you as you slide down the rainbow to the crock there that's gold no one can see you-- but it can't really matter-- 'cause you're in your world and they're down below Suddenly power is ruling your body close your eyes tightly and take to the air you hear a soft murmur-- someone asking a question-- and you open your eyes to a face fine and fair She seems so misleading by winking an eye the holiday queen starts to melt your whole mind now stare at her softly-- and answer in whisper-- "Yes, please, I'll have more..." but then draw the line And gaze in the glass facing yesterdays gone find mem'ries that soothe you-- like words of a song-- now the pastels become hazy and the clouds become mist gone is your airship and Miss Holiday's kiss Yet stop to consider they can't hold what you see for you take from the force what you need to believe so lie back alone in your own field of heather and dream on again of tomorrows nether No one can see you but it can't really matter 'cause you're in your world and you are the leader. THE INSPIRATION BACK TO CONTENTS Copyright ©2005 Sterling Whispers   All rights reserved. No written part of this publication may be reprinted without written permission of the author.