Where Love Led Poem by Eric Elliott

In the hills where cool green grass grows
in a place the river over flowed
wind lightly blows
and seed it sowes

The lightning bug glows
vines creep and grow
Spring has come and will never go
in this place the graves know
it is thought to be unholy, though
I don't think so,

escaping from this land of rot
to this place I'll grow pot
so I wonder about what I got
and if I would know it not

The sun beams down hot and red
bleeding water form our heads

We then give woe
traveling to where we don't know
where only the brave, or pure could go

following the creek to the place so low
that the ground breaks and a river starts to flow

In the river we see our souls
must this place remain untold?
when the cloth of youth unfolds,
to revile that age has taken hold
when we are the generation of the old
and the bodies of our friends long turned cold?

think of it not we push on
for a place we'll call home

walking for days on end
to flee our world of sin
many break and give in
I'll mail a letter to their next of kin

I finally make it to this place
crisp fresh air I can taste
aluminous glow comes over my face
I bear the mark of a risen human race

the waters cool
the fish free
and orchard that rules
to satisfy me
and feels me with a holy glee
keepin me happy

the air is cool the wind never still
sometimes it blows so you can barely feel

In its wake I wonder still
how did the old wounds heal

I guess me and God worked it out
a talk with God only i knew about

a house in the mist, on the border of sin
I felt the need to walk in

A nice wood floor
solid granite tops
and much more
like an indoor garden of rocks

it was all I could ever want
the things most people would flaunt

I go to the bed room
I see a red haired girl in full bloom
I know this place is my doom

a place I will be made to undo the things
I've yet to repay untill nothing remanes

forced by darkness I'm held here
feeling emotions over run with fear
trapped by all I hold dear
deaths voice whispers in my ear