The Hills of Jade
I often sail away upon the wings of wistful dreams,
through the azure mist of yet-to-be, to the hills of jade beyond.
I drift away, slowly drift away upon a schooner of cotton swans,
across the valleys of where-I’ve-been t’where frontiers of faith are found.
I dream away, gently dream away upon the wings of mystic gulls,
over the smoke of battlefields, into the purer peace of love.
I soar away, yes, I do soar away upon the windblown silks of prayers,
to the hills of jade where there abide the barley fields so fair.
It is lovley tobe able to connect with you again. Love your poetry as always. Thank you. Blessings of the Lord!