A Place of Dreams; Call it Heaven
A place of dreams where I met you,
There was no sound but the breath of life,
Together they sat in solace of peace,
Holding one to another arm in arm.
I composed a poem for you and me,
And sang in your heart my love for you,
A sound so real there were no words,
Just a flow of flowers and colors of life.
From where they came I do not know,
People from here and there as well,
Each one appeared in a trance of peace,
No talking could be heard, just silence of joy.
I wanted to sit or leave this place,
Your only response was please hold me,
As we stood and felt the fulfillment of God,
I knew we had reached a heavenly realm.
Were we in the very presence of God,
Where Angels and Saints endure and live,
To you and to me the hands of love,
Are reaching out speaking welcome home.
Ralph B. Hathaway