In between here and there, close to near-
Lies a place to see
Full of things unknown
Especially to me
A place where , you never grow old-
Where Children laugh-
And fantastic stories are told
A place I wait to see
A safe Haven for all-
A place lost in time,
Free from the fall
Leading to Death
The light slants through the trees-
As they run
Their souls it sets free,
Granting Immortality
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
In between here and there, close to near-
Lies a place to see
Full of things unknown
Especially to me
A place where , you never grow old-
Where Children laugh-
And fantastic stories are told
A place I wait to see
A safe Haven for all-
A place lost in time,
Free from the fall
Leading to Death
The light slants through the trees-
As they run
Their souls it sets free,
Granting Immortality
Attempt at writing in Emily Dickinson style. In honor of the loved ones we have loss.