The Bright Place

The Bright Place

A Story by Sarahfenna

The air is cold here,

frozen here, dark here

depressing here without any stars

to pave a path of brilliance

and bring the crystal ice to life

 

I dream sweetly

softly, futiley,

of The Bright Place

 

Where the river is a mile wide

and the water, oh the rive water

laps the banks in great waves

the mountains are tall

sprawling, ever growing

 

Let me dream

Of the Bright Place

 

There is a house,

with one hundred rooms

that rises out of the river

and it's walls are glass

and time will never go

too fast

In the Bright Place.

 

This world is light and calm

with the smell of lavendar on the wind

this world is warm and gentle

and it rains when i request it

it knows me, yet i am a stranger

it nurtures me, and there is never danger

 

In the Bright Place


© 2010 Sarahfenna



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