Waterfall

From my writing collection

This is the first of a 3-part series, with "Silver Rain" and "Dawn".

Waterfall

Over the hills in a land of imagined time,
Lies a place where the rivers run cold,
In this land of life and liberty,
Is a man eternally old,

In a dream of existance,
A waking spot of endless glow,
There is a time where we could go on,
A life we could live in the snow,

A fantasy without walls, or fears, or tyrrany,
Without battles, or losses, or victory,
A place where we may choose,
Whether to live lives of bliss or misery,

The last drop of good left in the world,
A hope of a dream of a better time,
A place with peace, and laughter, and loving,
A time where we could be together, alive and sublime.

All material on these pages is Copyright (c) Jennifer E. Elaan.