A stream runs through it...

Today's prompt at dversepoets.com is to write about a place we wish to go if we could, that we've never been to before...I took a different tack.  Going to a graduation this evening, so will be on the trail later tonight.
                                                                                                 

          Painting by Robert Cassilla 

                                                                                             

There is a road I long to take 
that divides two meadows sap green;
it's warm horizon beckons me
on a honeysuckle summer breeze
A stream runs through it, clearly sings,
and at the end of that fine ride,
arms catch me and take me inside 

From the time I was just a babe
Naivete led me through hills
and valleys I wearily trekked
At previous forks in the road
choices were made - thrust onto me;
kept me otherwise occupied,
a surreal grayness of existence 

My new bed will be petal soft
gone the hard, leather saddlebags;
no more walking o'er hot embers 
I'll stoke the fire with oil of life, 
burning bridges at that shoreline
where pain leaves and weakness is gone

For warriors hearts to rest easy
there needs to be a place somewhere 
that soothes the draining wounds at last,
where love is unconditional;
where people's smiles are authentic
where we are pampered in the light

There is a place I long to see
where children grow to know less fear,
sicknesses of the mind are cured
Where hearts unburdened ride upon
the wings of eagles flying high
Where doubting succumbs to reveal
munificent ways the world can heal