I want to dream up a new world, then form it from dust, create the most painfree retreat. Discard all the heartache, confusion, and fear; dispose of the cold and the heat.
A luke-warm existance where flowers replace the sting of the smog-air, hung stale in your face. Where cotton and silk grow whispy like grass and water, like nectar, slakes thirst, comforts fast. The mountains are cloudstone, so velvet, so vast. Bare feet walk in massage, great smiles always last. There’s joy in the future, as in present and past. The birds don’t just whistle, they sing songs to your name. You love your sweet lover who loves just the same. Life is a success, a win/win type game. The wild storms spill soft showers, always serene and tame.
I want to form oceans, rose petals for beach. The sweetest of fruits all within constant reach. Trust is a given for there is no deceit. The roadways have satin in place of concrete. All of the sour things God placed in our world, I want to repair for the most precious girl. She deserves a true Eden to dance in and grow. A dream-world to laugh through devoid of sorrow. All of these things that I wish there could be. If only, oh if only, God had been me.
In sorrow, I bow to the truth of what is. I must work within the constraints which are His. So God says this is it, this world all that we get. And I know she can’t benefit if I hang head in regret. So instead let me offer her what I truly can: Two arms, gentle eyes, my shoulder, my hand. I can still bring her flowers, though in time they will die. But never the adoration they were meant to imply. So dear girl, please accept these poor gifts which I bring. And at night, slumber softly…let me build you a dream.