The Land of Nane

The Land of Nane Once upon a long, long, L O N G time ago Far, F A A A R R away...an island 'rose Out of an icy blue and crystal sea... Far north of Africa. Far north of Spain. Far north of Scotland, France, and the Ukraine. And in this land, all things once lost would go: All things taken...All things stolen...All woes... Hidden in the Valley of Hopes...to be Safe...awaiting being found...loved again, Among the blue poppies...under the Wain. And when the Sun would go to sleep, you know The Moon would wake and watch each one of those Things once lost, now gone, from you and me. All the fireflies. All the whooping crane. All the crickets, frogs, and the mass vervain Would All dance and sing beneath the Moon's glow To help watch over the lost, (so it goes). There in the valley, it never does rain And All things are safe...and never feel pain. Faeries and dragonflies sparkle and glow. The wind smells like Jasmine...warmly it blows. Barefooted blue beetles walk fast, three by three Keeping All good thoughts on track like a train, And whistle a song, (without a refrain). All good dreams are true. All butterflies...blue. All flowers and trees, each one, are blue, too. The hills are covered in green cotton grass, And puffy, pink clouds All speak, as they pass. Sparkling blue waterfalls...sipped in a cup, Makes you feel happy...you'll never give up! So when something's taken...or lost... just know That it's in a place where all magic grows, And waits safe and happy for you and me. In the Valley of Hopes...they each remain... Close your eyes...Sweet dreams...in the Land of Nane. 2.28.2017©deborah burch Notes: Wain is a seven star constellation in Ursa Major. Vervain is plants, flowers, etc. Nane was made up until I googled it and found it means: "God has favored me; [and also] nice" I'm going to call this form: verse, until I either find what it is or name it/created myself...