For in a time in a world
As the earth softly made it.
A shimmer of hope and a dash of peace.
Come hence to inner light as
The essence is in turmoil.
Soft as petals from the stem
Of a lily so white.
It is crystal flowing into the oceans clear and
As stunning as sea elves sunning on a glorious rock.
From the rays of the sun as it shoots through the sky.
The embodiment of all that is light
And sweetly reveres the truth of the Land.
In earth song from glory it fades
As a tune that catches young maids.
Through field and meadow to a land of harps.
Where peace and serenity flow like the dams.
It is exquisite and lovely
From the place of happy tears.
There is no pain or sad lullaby's
To hold close on lonely nights.
Only laughter and smiles at it flits
Through your mind.
In a waking dream of honeysuckles
And the flittering of wings so golden and blue.
It is a whisper of song and shinning
Leaves swirling along.
Through woods filled with emerald mosses
That light your way
On the darkest of nights it is full of bright lights.
For it is, if you must know a place in your heart
Where magic unfolds.
Lee-Anne the Sighful
© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~
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