Hold my hand
dearest, while with words
I will take you to a land bathed in sunshine
A sky. celeste, foil
to flaxen fields full of ripe,
yet to be harvested yield.
Trees, hues of
green, waving their treasury of leaves,
as they whisper a welcome.
A river to wind through
the landscape as it voyages to sea,
shades of turquoise peppered with sprinkles
of crystal, shimmer in a balmy breeze.
We’ll run across
the fields to water edge.
Bathe in the
warmth of this scenic rapture,
and yearn for it to last forever.
We could, don’t
grimace, I’ll transport you
each day to this paradise,
stay for as long as
you desire.
I’ll make you
feel the heat of sun,
smell fragrances of the rich land,
feel the trickle as
you lift your hand from the flow.
Tonight in ward-land, you can return
through the
gateway of your imagination,
As you close your eyes to sleep
and drift into the make-believe,
you’ll find me there always ready
to lead you through new fantasies.
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