An album of words

Inside

where you been?

From the land of golden fields to the thickets and unknown streams.
Where the running water ends thirst, time standing still.
Flowers, birds has no names and sky bends it knees
to drink the immortal wine falling down this realm's brink.
Here is nothing light or heavy, nothing can be taken but only be received.
longer i close my eyes death starts to cease, further i see.
Here words makes no sense and emotions has no need.
I'm in the land where i do lie but i don't exist.

I'm inside.