I have a thought of far away
A place that’s neither here nor there
I place that is as golden as a day
Yet darker than a night.
It is a balance of the here
With the there combined:
White meets black
But not at all strange
Or different, or weird.
It is a place where angels meet
And humans do abide,
A site where the imaginable happens
And dreams have nothing to hide.
Where ice-cream is staple diet
And chocolate being rich and quiet,
Don’t hold the danger of too much
They are thing no one
Can get enough.
A place where the greek gods
And atlanteans and romans meet
And battle out their disagreements;
In words and wit and intelligence
That no bodily harm to the sods
May occur, only things sweet.
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