Over Every Wall That Blocks Me

And over every wall that blocks me, Over Every distant hill that I can see, I imagine A magical land, A land, Where somehow things are different, Winged creatures dance among the trees, Sunlight, Falls like torch beams, White Clouds, Rise, Like Mountains in the sky, Stars hang like diamonds, Rivers flow like electric blue, A place across the hilltops, The other side of walls, A place that’s waiting, Waiting to be found. John Roberts