I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wildhoney and dew
Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days
Meadows of heaven
The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of heaven
A 5-year-old winterheart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of past
Meadows of heaven
Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight
Dreambound for life
Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the 1st star of fall
I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother`s care
And color of the kites
Meadows of heaven
(Tuomas Holopainen)
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