Somewhere, there's a place I belong.
I know and I am sure.
It's far but near an island,
where an orchestra plays my favourite song.
Butterflies gather birds form a band and sing.
And in the night, fireflies become the light.
A beautiful place with a sunlit sky
I wake and wander on the island of the free.
Where souls dance happily and the shore meets the sea.
Mermaid and mermen chat and whisper
they cause ripples in the sea with their tails
as they make ethereal designs with their pearls.
Here, the deities are not far away,
they hear and answer prayers
as soon as they are spoken.
Here, the waters from the sea
is enough to heal and to make whole.
The place I belong may seem like a fantasy to you
but it sits in my hand, I carry it with me
for my eyes to see that the place I belong
isn't that far away.
The place is with me...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.