A Dream Vision 3 Poem by DM W

Like cotton wool clouds my soft dreams drift by.
Fragrant odours are floating on the breeze.
As fragile cherry blossoms fall gently,
The April rain heals in verdant springtime.
Like the poignant whispers of love sublime.
O the shining, silver rivers of life lead
To the eternal sea; to the clear Light:
Where the bitter wounds of hatred are healed
The Dove descends from deep sapphire blue skies.
All is one consciousness & all is free.