An old poem that I wanted to share
Magenta mountains in the horizon,
Sparkling waterfalls full of wishes,
Never-ending streams that pour into eternity.
Midnight skies sprinkled with candy diamonds,
Along a silver-studded pathway,
Next to brooks and rosebud bushes,
A wooden stairway will lead you to our very own land of enchantment.
Cool rain falls on your face,
Each drop kissing your skin,
You don’t have to knock,
Because the heart shaped doors have opened automatically to let you in.
Be warmed by the loving fire.
Watch the ashen faeries fly all about.
A bubble bath waits you in a marble tub,
With no one else, but the one that you love.
Mirrors surround you and the heartbeat of the constant music is all around.
Take my hands and we’re somewhere else.
Lying on the sands of our undying romance,
watching the earth orbit,
And feeling our love pass the centuries.
Hearts collide.
Black becomes white.
And we are one until time itself has run out a million times.
Sparkling waterfalls full of wishes,
Never-ending streams that pour into eternity.
Midnight skies sprinkled with candy diamonds,
Along a silver-studded pathway,
Next to brooks and rosebud bushes,
A wooden stairway will lead you to our very own land of enchantment.
Cool rain falls on your face,
Each drop kissing your skin,
You don’t have to knock,
Because the heart shaped doors have opened automatically to let you in.
Be warmed by the loving fire.
Watch the ashen faeries fly all about.
A bubble bath waits you in a marble tub,
With no one else, but the one that you love.
Mirrors surround you and the heartbeat of the constant music is all around.
Take my hands and we’re somewhere else.
Lying on the sands of our undying romance,
watching the earth orbit,
And feeling our love pass the centuries.
Hearts collide.
Black becomes white.
And we are one until time itself has run out a million times.