Traveling far and long today
And finding no land to see
No food or water close at hand
For which I can see
But thy land I shall seek
Is better then the one I foretold
And I, withering, just one peek
To trance of which I hold
A vision of golden hearts
And of silver souls
Of people whom I can't talk
Of people whom I foretold
Of golden balconies with I,
whom I left on the shelf
And people with visages
Of which I see myself
But that'll have to wait for another day
For that is one of which I put to bay
~ghostgirl3012~
