Rapture

I will fall asleep and dream of a place often forgotten And drift off into a realm of angels and gold; A single pathway leads there, rarely ever trodden Existing in a city where age is never old. The rain drops stream down, saturated with life Filling the hearts around them with everlasting love Burying in the meadows all discord and strife And clouds full of light, hovering weightlessly above. I will fall asleep and dream of a place void of night; I feel the warmth of the sun embracing my heart While I soak up the affection of the light Glowing with joy and praise from an undeserved new start.