random sh*t that i wrote at 2:00am

the place i call 'the heavens'

there's a world beyond my reach,
calling out to me.
i can feel it in those scarce and fleeting,
precious moments.
in moments of silence,
in moments of peace,
when i let this unwanted life,
this strange and bleak,
yet utterly terrifying world fade away
and there's a glimpse,
an ephemeral glance
into the sweet, golden heavens
where i fall with all sorts
of different and beautiful souls
into the fields,
into the grass
of the rolling hills.
where i lay with my lover
under that glorious tree
and i brush my fingers through
her endless curls;
her fingertips swirling,
tracing elegant figures against my skin.
the soft breeze,
the warmth of the sun
which glows through all things
and comforts us
as we gaze over the greenest of hills
and cherry trees in which
floating pink blossoms
dance ever so delicately through the wind
over our heads and at times,
which seldom occur,
will rest upon our eager palms—
encapsulating the bliss of this enchanted place
that i can only visit
in my deepest sleeps and rarest dreams.