John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

I dreamed of a white room,
my heart filled with peace.
Life lost all its gloom.

No image of a womb.
My joy did increase –
I dreamed of a white room.

Soaring out of my tomb
as a flock of geese.
Life lost all its gloom.

Sheer curtains as an heirloom,
palm trees as if in Greece –
I dreamed of a white room.

I wonder, cannot assume,
where is this masterpiece?
Life lost all its gloom.

I desire this perfume –
my soul to release.
I dreamed of a white room.
Life lost all its gloom.