The Voice of Her Dreams

The Voice Of Her Dreams


She hears with her heart
She sees with her soul
She knows what is glitter
She knows what is gold.

For she loves the tall mountains
And the sways of the seas
The touch of a sun beam
And the dance of the trees.

In the beauty she finds there
Perfect peace, hidden truth
In the vines, she's untangled
In the sky, she finds roots.

There are no rarer creatures
Than the ones that can hear
When the world stops it's groaning
And the silence draws near.

In the silence, she listens
To the forests and streams
To the mountains and meadows
And the voice of her dreams.



©by Voo
To Mountain Woman
March 30, 2008
1:43 a.m.