
05-24-2008, 09:15 PM
Another poem. :angel:
I’m in Heaven
I wish to dream of daisies in a meadow and see blue skies that light rainbows of colors
As the blinding sun goes down into another miracle land where we have gone too many times.
This dream has no gruesome wars or villains who hurt you with cold knives
or guns with bullets of midnight death packed in them.
There is no grassy green money or coins of shining greed that lie in this world of charms.
No one grows old or dies in my fantasy world of gorgeous love.
It’s like I’m in heaven and I have no hatred left for the grim world I left,
but what joyous person misses me the most
and is there a pure soul thinking of the wonderful things
I have given to a world swollen with pain?
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