Meadows of Heaven

I close my eyes as my soul leaves this earth for another night,
Where i drift back to a place called home, where a little girl sits with her tattered story books and plays among st the summer flowers. To where that girl may slumber now i do not know... Colder now it seems the girl now walks along the tiring trees wilting their leaves, a book that sketches out her soul...if someone were to open this they would find only blank pages... a raging shore she tip toes aside, watching the flowers wither and the sky turn Grey, wondering...what grows in the meadows of heaven...

I close my eyes once more and watch my soul leave,
Where i drift back to a place called home, where a little girl resigns in fairy tales and tumbles among the dandelions. To where that girl may slumber now i do not know... Winter slowly kills the beauty of summer and freezes the once glowing heart of a little girl wandering the meadows. A sea ridge she sits and writes while watching 4 Grey stones nest in a pile of weed, waiting for one to hatch...Wishing the tide to rise and take her with the current...

I close my eyes one final time and watch my soul leave,
Where i drift and return to a place called home, where a little girl greets me with storybooks and crayons and we dance in the sunflower fields. I have found the little girl and where she lonely slumbered... A sun shining through the clouds down to where winter chokes summers life...but we are far from the ground now and cannot feel the cold. A beautiful ocean surrounds our island as we forget we ever existed to the world, hand in hand my little girl i found you once more...i found happiness in my farewell.