my own Promise Land

the sands are silky there
you could just lay on your back while its freaking hot
but
its still so cold, they play between your fingers as you stare up
glarely beneath the sun whom could just kill anyone who sees it directly
but no
over there
lifes too calm
theres not even one motion of grief
nothing could die
nobody will either

did i say ?
the heaven sent waters by the sea
theyre not even saltwater
they smell as good
and the hydra creatures would dance infront of you
make friends with you
theyre just not the kind who would hurt much less if to kill
theyre the kind who would be your lovers
thts fact if you would deny the fact that theyre not human much as you
but they have feelings and passion way more beyond a human's

and theres always the Great Square
"the great table", a hundred feet long covered with cashmere linings
the meals are always complete
you just close your eyes and think of a food you'd like from your heart
and to your hearts content,
when you open your eyes again, out came the Dream Feast that you wanted
the whole table, filled with it
and by the center of the Great Square
theres a beautiful candle lit
like those from the ancient elizabeth's time
the same ones King John kill to get
one lit of candle that could shine through out the night
and makes day brighter than the very own Promise Land's daylight.

i cant stop dreaming
i dont think i ever could.
its the kind of dream
that will last
even till my last breath
it lingers in those people who knows me
they would carry it on
and if theyre gone
the people who loved them will feel it too