A place with willows, hanging over lakes
that are greener than green and strike glorious pain
into the hearts of those who draw near.
A place where the raindrops sound so melodious
as they softly land, and quietly lull us
into a sleep where we shall never fear.
A place where a whisper means only good luck,
and into my hand yours is tucked,
into the warmth that is drawing us here.
A place where the twitch of your lip is a sign
that you'll always love me, I'm yours and you're mine,
Now I whisper all this in your ear.
Is this place reality? is it a dream?
we may never know, though for now it can seem
we may live forever without one more tear.
YOU ARE READING
The View From Above
PoetryThis is a book full of feelings. maybe they aren't my feelings, maybe sometimes they are. If you read it, try to relate to the feelings being portrayed. We'll see what happens.
