Drifting Through (From 'Meet The Moments')

There is always something coming on Of the dreams that were sometimes lost Feeling wonderful in moments almost gone That were here a while and then got tossed There are ways that inhabit my soul Filled with radiant and airy calm Hours that could speak different role Inside my body and both my palms Drifting through what always seem Ways of light and shadows dancing Everything from thought of different stream That is slightly wild and transfusing Dreams of days and the passing skies Filled with air and hope of tomorrow As the morning starts and then away flies Every hour that into thoughts shall borrow The glimpse of times passing high Through the fields and the water that follows The drifting drops from the cloudy sky Mirrors pure of the inside hollows Growing fuel to each your quest The easy dreams that come and then go They are pleasing and blessed in their rest Following wisdom from the meadow's glow