by Deborah Evers

Created on: January 22, 2011

Icicles sparkling in magical night

Winter in the forest under moonlight

A trail appears that wasn't there before

And then two enchanted, mahogany doors

Full of wonder with amazement in my heart

The mystical doors begin to part

So I enter this magnificent place

Pure joy registers on my face

Elves are playing a harpist's tune

Fairies spin gold upon a loom

An angel's chorus pierces the night

And up above is a rainbow of light

I don't know why I am allowed to see

Or if this is just a dream that resides in me

If I am asleep, don't let me wake yet

For that is the worst surprise I could get

I love it here; I don't want to leave

As a calm wind ruffles up my sleeves.

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