
Home:
Down the streets of a too small town; past the building to close to see there is a place waiting for me.
Past the mountains with endless peaks, that displays the stars when the world sleeps, past the planes rolling in the winds there is a place waiting for me, I call it my haven.
Past the skies, the hue of blue, past the clouds; maybe a rainbow or two, past the atmosphere, past the stratus, there is a place that waits for me, just hold that thought you’ll see.
Past what you see, past the stars and moon, past the things you know and all of what you don’t there is a place waiting for me.
Up in the sky, farther than your mind can think there is my home; so tell me what do you see?
Floating in the nothing that is space, is my home; this is my place. An island floats so peacefully sound for its mere short existence it’s not always been around.
It came to be when a young girl all of 9 had to move cities, states, even time, while she held her dear cat and cried for her woes she called on God and asked for a home.
A heaven filled with animals, with love in outpouring, a place with freedom where she could soar a place with fruit or never which mind, also plants and trees of every kind.
Past all of the burdens that can weigh down your mind,
Past the trouble that is time, in my own little pocket safe as can be is my Eden, my place that’s waiting for me.
Take of your shoes, give a shout; take my hand while I show you what my home is about.
Walk through my door, more of a gate if you will, there is peace while everything seems still, but if you pause for a moment, listen and see. You’ll find that all of my heaven is singing for me.
The plants shine brighter, they collect their dew that’s sweet as milk and honey refreshing too.
The grass is soft as you glide your steps singing a melody that has always been kept.
Past the outside world into my peace, slide your hands amongst the trees.
Feel it all as it resonates with your soul; let the wonder, the passion take control.
Run with me as we past the willows, but keep up with the wolves as they guide our way.
Laugh with me as we sit in the meadows, the sun ablaze, a breeze so sweet; as we bath in love from the bear with our honey treats.
Be wear of the fox so cunning and strong but this one has tree tails and ears so long she will love you and stay by your side but when it’s time she’ll tell you goodbye.
I’ll take you to my well, with a spring that never runs dry, should you look beneath you may see an eye, for within my well lives the entrance of the home of the mermaids though they do come out often to play.
Past all those amazing things past the songs that the birds sing, past the bear, wolf and fox, lies the stairs to a home.
This home is different there are no window, or doors but just in the middle are mats and pillows on the floors.
This home has no kitchen or bathroom to spear when your a spirit in heaven why would your care.
This is my home that’s waiting for me and maybe to you it’s not what you think; but for a little girl holding her cat, crying because she must leave where she’s at this is paradise unyielding to pain.
So I’ll lay on these mats cuddled in with all of my pets safe from any storm, as I rest my head on a bear; my feet are toasty and warm, all thanks to the wolves.
The fox is at my back always watching but I see another friend silently walking. This friend is so gentle and handles me with care that she stretches out her wings and covers us, who would disturb a phenix; I wouldn’t dare.
Above all is the one who guards my gate that lets me know my home is always safe, whether I’m there or far away He holds my home on a special place.
Down from my heaven,
Down from my skies,
Down from the hilltops, that most just past by,
Past the plans,
Past the building to close to see,
Down the streets, you’ll find a women but the little girl was me. That is my home and although this one is great, but I’ll live out my time until I can reach that gate.
There is a place that waits for me.
That is my home, waiting to welcome me.

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