The Land Behind (Or) I Can See Poem by Sophia White

There is a land behind the sun
That’s made of cotton clouds
And runs with rivers flowing full
Of the blood of the sun,
As it slides and slips
And suddenly dips
Behind the horizon.

And this land behind the sun
Appears to just a few
Who can see those secret lands
That are there, but not quite.
(If you are like me,
For I can see.)
It is a fleeting, wondrous sight.

And when I see the Land Behind,
I cannot help but wonder…
Who lives between the mountains
Of cloud and by the streams?
What sort of beings?
What manner of things?
It seems a land of dreams.

After all, in a land of cotton mountains
And rivers of sunblood,
Anything can live and dance
What a wonderful world must be!
I wish I could go
To this land that few know.
I suppose I should be grateful I can See.

For if I could not, indeed how dull
This life would soon become.
To be unable to see the Lands
That hide Behind the Sun!