Sweep
me off my feet and carry me
Away
through dense oak forests and mountain ranges high
Stretching
up and up until they’ve mastered the clouds.
Take
my hand and lead me
Away
over the lakes so deep,
And
fields of luscious green,
Sunlit
and smiling.
Then
pick me back up and show me the way
Under
the watchful eyes of the midnight stars with
Stardust
in my pocket to guide us in the
Blackest
caves,
Silver
shimmering on my fingers.
Do
not stop until we arrive
The
snow crisp and cool and beautiful beneath our feet
The
tundra on its wedding day
And
the bouquet tossed so high that the moon catches it
And
laughs a twinkling laugh
Sending
dancing petals across the sky
Remnants
of roses red and lilacs purple.
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