Turnabout
Others hold fast to realty,
I prefer to dream,
Reaching beyond the real world
Into eternity ...
In my dreams, a potpourri exists
Composed of tender fragrances,
a mixture of a whiff of loving care
sprinkled with peaceful passion
A transcendence which infuses us
With grandeur past telling,
Leading upward to that time
When we are coupled in the vastness
Beyond time and space
I speak without words,
hear without sounds
Our fusion when bodies
and spirit unite, a carousel
scattering warmth and conception
Potpourri Landscape -- Karla Gerard
