re: on the threshold of a dream
So many questions questions questions which you can answer yourself as he who asks the question therefore knows the answer.
The Dream When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead And the browns, reds and gold of autumn lie in the gutter, dead. Remember then the summer bird with wings of fire flaying Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying. As new life will come from death, love will come with leisure. Love of love, love of life and giving without measure Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen. Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
