Karen May Songs, Art & Poetry


I had a wish, a silent thought.
Kept private in a secret place,
Not daring to reveal itself.
It lived but never left a trace.

I did not think, I could believe,
That such things ever could come true.
Until that day, when I let go,
The dream was born, it rose and grew.

And as I slept, a spirit came,
To catch my dream, to help it thrive,
She said that I must do the same,
We both must keep the dream alive.

And then she left, on wings of hope,
To find a bridge, a gentle stream,
A castle where the Keeper stands,
And patiently awaits the dream.

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