I have been to a place...
A place astounding.
A place of rain, and sunshine,
of green trees and trickling water.
I know a place that glistens
like the first silver dewdrop of morning,
where small pools of magic
shine and twinkle in the light.
By this I am dazzled.
I have been to a place...a place magical.
A place of tears and mirth and joy,
of endless love and voices full of happiness.
I know a place that hearkens to me
like the waves in an ocean of fine stardust,
of silver, radiant moonlight,
as it spreads its vision outward across the sky,
where the wind is cool and soft.
By this I am entranced.
I have been to a place...unfinished.
A place of undone, of empty space,
of days without purpose.
I know a place that is tempting and resisting,
forgiving and forgetful, mindful and thoughtless,
warm yet chilling, real yet an illusion,
like a thought that leaves no trace behind it,
leaving emptiness that was once filled.
Poem © 2000 Russell Moore, all rights reserved
