Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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You were a creature all in rapture

You had the key to your soul

and you did open

That day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin'

against your face, alright

The light of God was shinin'

on your countenance divine

And you were a violet colour

as you sat beside your father

and your mother

In the garden

The summer breeze was blowin'

on your face

Within your violet,

you treasure your summery words

And as the shiver from my neck

down to my spine

Ignited me in daylight

and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance,

your childlike vision became so fine

And we heard the bells

within the church, we loved so much

And felt the presence of the youth,

of eternal summers in the garden

Alright

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly

Born again you were and blushed

And we touched each other lightly

And we felt the presence

of the Christ within our hearts

In the garden

And I turned to you and I said

"No guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature

And the Father in the garden"

Listen, no guru, no method, no teacher

Just you and I and nature

And the Father and the Son