Travel the World to My Heart

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Please.
Follow me where no one else can go.
Where we find each other.
& discover a different land
a different place.

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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Submitted: August 02, 2012

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Play into my imagination.

Let's get drunk with power,

& let us be just a little silly.

Let's remember what it's like to imagine.

 

Please.

Follow me where no one else can go.

Where we find each other.

& discover a different land

a different place.

 

Come with me to my world.

Just close your eyes.

Just believe.

I want you to understand.

Everything I feel.

Take my hand.

I need you to hear me right now.

Stay with me.

 

Let's crawl through the valleys of Ireland

or drift through the skies of Jerusalem.

Let's fly with the colored prayer flags in Tibet.

And step across the cobbled stones floor under Niagara Falls.

Take my hand as we run through Rome

and take the riverboat though the villages in China.

Dance with the African children.

Let's climb the highest mountain,

and dive across the highest cliff.

 

Now, we are running our hands across the Pacific.

& we can gallop with the fast wild horses

along the soft white sand of the beach.

Tug on the mare's fur as he runs through the sandy fields.

His white coat matches this heavenly glow.

Run your hand across his face.

Become one with the pace of his step.

Can you feel the trot?

Can you feel him breathe?

 

We're finding beauty in the sunrise, among the green trees

among the singing birds.

Upon the morning dew

lies the first glimmer of sunlight that warms our barefeet.

& the life of the morning brings a new colorful light

can you feel the warmth?

can you see the color?

 

That's good

Keep your eyes closed.

Keep holding my hand.

I need you to stay with me.

Believe what I'm thinking.

And feel what I'm feeling.

We're still on this journey.

 

Now, we've reached a place where only broken follow.

and lost souls go.

Can you feel God?

Touch the angels wings that float across your face.

Do you hear the choir of angels?

Do you feel the grasslands of Ireland?

And the rushing waves of the ocean

along the coast?

This is where my heart is.

This is my heaven.

 

Being with you.

Holding your hand.

Yes, you make me feel like this

Like I'm in heaven.

 


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