A Small Place in Yorkshire

  There's a place near me that has Georgian grandeur It greets you as you near with pomp and ceremony The gardens shine with their past splendour The old boy has had many visitors but now stands lonely Georgian has turned to modern Gardens have turned to waste Visitors have gone away What is left is decay

I had a dream that I was flying to the one place that I have loved since childhood. It was night and I could see the lights from the street as I flew. Along the roads I flew and felt wonderful, capable and free. Once I arrived I descended down very gracefully and I was wearing a long flowing white gown. I descended down and just stood looking at the ruins of a once magnificent house. I was not alone. I could feel beings around me, but could not see them. Faint light shone on the ruins and it was shrouded in a mist which made it more beautiful and I felt at peace with such a deep serenity. I awoke from the dream but have never forgotten it and long for that feeling again.