"Song Playing: "Enya Medley" I have this reoccurring dream
An African symphony
I can hear it finding it's way
No other singing
I yearn to go to another place
An island in a stream
A symphony rings out my destiny
A Canadian rhapsody
In a symphony
Argentina...
Wichita...
All keep singing and have me dreaming
In a Symphony...
Dan Crenshaw
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That beckons out to me to wander
Drums of my heart beat down to my feet
Singing as I tread through it's overtures...
Dancing along to it's endless encores
Is always there for me
A Scandinavian melody
Plays a lovely song for me...
And I can always find it there
Over and over again this time
No other songs in my head
And yet it taunts me the way it does
These words I left behind...
Somewhere unlike any other
Places I have not heard
Places I have not seen...
Again playing only melodies
Of stories yet bred...stories yet said...
Still remains a dream
I move on believing in these things
In my travelling dreams...
Playing melancholy sounds of remembrance
Reminding me ever so gently again
Of other tales that remain untold...
An Australian hide away?
Finally could be a place for me
These I want for me
In a melody...
A place for me
Like no other place or song can be...
Maybe California?
A place on a plain
A place I dreamed of in Spain?...
Another Mardi Gras?
Maybe again listening
To a quiet surf in Florida?
Of another place for me
February 20, 2004
