To a far silver dream
beyond a river of gold,
lies a second realm
in a bright frigid cold.
There upon a cloud
far above the sky,
a sight never seen
with an open eye.
There is a great tower
in a blue diamond maze,
that lies within the suns
contemplating rays.
A place where pearly gates
hide an enchanted land,
where on the ground grows
a white shimmering sand.
Every grain sparkles
with an eternal soul,
that shines on forever
upon a sandy knoll.
Deep in the rolling hills
this place within a place,
full of divinety
and shrouded in lace.
Is a quiet and empty place
where silence is the sound,
and only spirits flow
from their bodies bound.
Tis a place of magic,
tis a place divine,
tis a place so holy,
bleeding in my mind.
In this heavenly realm
my beautiful soul flies
looking upon the tower
with blue diamond eyes.
©chrisjones
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