Riding the skyways you were,
around the places where I was,
sweeping me up behind you
on your stallion
as black as night
though white as snow.
You said you were taking me
to Ever-Ever Land
where time stands still
and music plays
and gardens burst into colour
and you and I can make music
of every kind
in every way
on every day
and you did
and we do.
(26 January 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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