meadows of heaven

17 08 2008

I close my eyes, the lantern dies
The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew
Childhood games, woods and lakes
Streams of silver, toys of olden days

Flowers of wonder and of hidden treasures
In the meadow of life, my acre of Heaven
A five-year-old winter heart in a place called home
Sailing the waves of past

Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wood and a spring without laughter?
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the flight
Dream down for her

Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the first star-fall
I fall asleep and see it all
Mother’s care and colour of the kites

when i wrote this..

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