The beauty of the land, the warmth of the sun

this land far away, where I wish I could run.

to hide in the gentleness of it's basking glow

to drink the crystal purity where a mighty river flows.

to lose all of myself in the fanstasy of it's depth

my heart has always longed for a place where I could rest.

the horizon so far away, so easy to lose it's sight

yet I feel it's inescapable pull all through the weary night.

now rising in the east, the golden orb warms my face

it kindles my dormant senses as it beckons me with haste.

a shining star breaks the darkness and blankets me with hope

but fear still keeps me timid, my doubts a slippery slope.

but the truth of it's beauty becomes ever more vivid and real

I long to once again allow my aching heart to heal.

now that ever shining beauty makes it's evidence so clear

the shelter of my silence now is broken so I can hear.

it draws me out of hiding and pulls me with it's gravity

it warms my senses through and fills the empty cavity.

That shining star is you, your angelic quality so pure

maybe just perhaps I have finally found the cure.

my insanity now quieted by the beauty of your voice

my buried feelings surface, and now I have a choice:

Shall I forever tread in water; and stare back at what's already seen?

Or do I start to live again,

In your blissful Moroccan Dream