"the joy of wistful dreams"
I know a place,
by the slowest waters,
at the bending of the river,
where this world fades,
and the other world comes in to play.
I know a place where the willows
bend to sip the cool, cool waters,
where the time gets lost,
and where the soul is found,
and the gentle peace comes to stay.
I know a place where the lemon moths
and dragonflies dance in wisps of wind,
where the cares are gone,
and the grace abounds,
and the wistful yearning goes away.