The Host
By Quabben
At times when I sit and think, yes me. My mind just roams the world at will. And so it wanders unchained and free. I travel far without a bill. The sights I see impress me most, When I can share them and let them out. I’ve always loved to play the host, To me it’s what my life’s about. How nature shines with majestic flair. The forest, the mountain, the oceans too, All take a part as I lead you there, And let you walk on the golden dew. The heavens wide will open up, The planets, the stars, a comet or two. A super nova with some luck, Will climax all this cosmic view. The time has come for us to leave, And travel back to where we were. Have no concern, can you perceive, You will go back, for heaven’s there.Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 04:59 AM PST personal • abuse
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"At times when I sit and think, yes me...."