Dream Road

I dreamed about a road

Carved through the chest of a hill

Connecting an isolated neighborhood

To the bridge across a small river

I dreamed about colorful buses

Running through that steep road

To the courtyard of the church atop the hill

While walking through that small path

In which hardly a person can walk

Now vehicles ply over a road

Just as I dreamed as a child

There are no taxes to dream

If it comes true, it isn’t a miracle

It’s destiny! 

Images thanks to Google.