In a flight of wings
My spirit is borne to realms
Far away
And unknown
To earthly things
As I breathe
In the fields
Where trees rejoice
And all that is therein
Heaven
As near as thought
In its rustle
And whirring of ecstatic rapture
To he who holds the keys
Of empty death
And the lantern of the light within
That has crossed over stones and hollow ways
Past that valley free of fear
AsIDream 