I know a place
it's not far from here.
Birds stand silent amongst bare trees-
no sound, no-one there;
just a sense of wonder,
it's another world in which I can't describe.
A place of solace
for the grieving kinsfolk-
out of grim darkness
they search for hope and light.
They look to heaven
for unanswered questions-
and close their eyes
to what lies beneath the earth.
Are they trapped
in a dream-
alone yearning loved ones.
Or enjoying the sound
of collective tranquility?
It's a strange kind of feeling-
when the dead provide healing;
for it's tinged with the sorrow,
of a love that can never grow.
Are they trapped
in a dream-
alone yearning loved ones.
Or enjoying the sound
of collective tranquility?
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Beautiful this is also the images tug hard- deep to the core~ 
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
