I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening

Wildhoney and dew

Childhood games

Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days


Meadows of Heaven


The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures


In the meadow of life
My acre of Heaven
A five-year-old winterheart

In a place called home
Sailing the waves of the past




Meadows of Heaven


Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter

Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight


Dream bound for life

Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden

Until I see the first star of fall

I fall asleep

And see it all:
Mother's care
And color of the kites


Meadows of Heaven