There is a place in my heart
that is full of shadowy dreams and visions.
A place where
the stars are visable,
and their pale light reaches forever
through a purple and lavender twilight.

In this place,
my home is found in the trees;
leaves and branches are carelessly
thrown together by a master weaver
to form a peaceful respite for my soul.

In this place,
I can gaze on the gleaming of the water,
or over the splendor of the sunset
without fear.
I can swim, and not sink;
fly without falling.
I can live life,
and welcome death with open arms.

In this place,
in my heart,
I can do anything.

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