There is a treasure you have, untold,
Of silver, crystal, emerald and gold;
Only breath me in and my love enfold,
And let your treasure shape and mold.
Gilded skies with angels on high,
There is where you, too, can fly;
Spread your wings now; only try
And see above clouds in open sky.
Dreams are real; what’s real the dream,
So steal away with me thru what seems,
On into the Milky Way of flowing cream,
Where love leads along starlight beams.
No more tight fist;
No more to insist;
No more to resist;
No more dull mist.
Here am I holding out to you serenity;
Here am I holding out peace in plenty;
Here am I holding out to you amenity;
Here am I holding out good so gently.
There is a treasure you have, untold…
Only breath me in and my love enfold
Note: Originally published in November 2015 under a slightly different title, now republished for new reader-followers to (hopefully) appreciate and enjoy. Blessings to one and all!