this place beyond my thought, for i am there
my mind's own journey at sweet transition
most beautiful creatures, best of creation
where meadows of gardens spread ev'rywhere

harmonious feelings' overwhelmin' air
these scents of flowers, that sweet smell of love
like a canopy formed by lovely doves
that calmly breeze that caresses my hair

tho these things i mention are not as real
nothin' there could be described as above
for all that i could possibly think of
would never ever come to what i'd feel

if just one fraction, if i could reveal
of this wonderful place, there where i heal
*

..love always...



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