Through my Sunbathed Window
Past the playing children; the dark and twisted trees.
Beyond the slowly steeping hills; farther than the swarming bees.
There lies a land without fear; a place of shear contempt.
A place for weary souls; to finally fix up their tents.
One day we will join them; our children and grandkids too.
All of us will be united; in the endless blue.
Call me crazy; a lunatic or screw.
But do not forget; that we will all go there; even you!
So doubt until your hearts delight.
We will meet again; on a cold starry night.