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