White Harbour

i feel like there are
white mighty walls
and courtyards with
wild soft white grass
with birds singing
wild sweet songs
in great old white trees
like i´ve seen
wild free white horses run
i´d been called by a
familiar dear white voice
and taken hand in hand
to my loved white home
and my heart washed clear
in it´s gentle white care
i´ve been given all i need
strenght i believe in
with my heart humble and white
- all i can is feel
for my eyes have seen
ears have heard
heart has felt
only white, blessed peace
as if in an embrace
strong and tender
unseen, yet always felt
and even when i wake
and the pain returns
this warmth lingers
covering the edges
taking hate and
leaving understanding
a path to walk
wide and white
thank you, Healer Sleep