Down Stream

If I thought it not selfish, I'd ask for more time.

For there's songs yet unsung and still mountains to climb.

There's blue skies above and the urge to fly,

to where love and laughter passes no one by.

There are hidden paths waiting yet to be trod,

with secrets of beauty, known only to God.

There are seas to sail and new harbors to see;

Where fantasy dims stark reality.

This perfect Utopia is a Day Dreamer's dream of sailing life's waters...

All down stream!

Sarah Hampton