The Sixth Sense
The Sixth Sense
And here I am at age eleven
A sleep, so comfortable, so deep
In a place that's warm close to Heaven
All of a sudden, into the sky, I fly with one leap
At this house, upon that hill
A little further up, I hover above the thorny trees
I see above, below and beyond me, still
Everywhere is calm, moonlight and not a breeze
Even as I struggle to understand
And in the middle of this night
I could fall, as I circle above this land
What a weird and wonderful sight
And so back to Earth, I gently glide
Through this house, I call home
So not a word to anyone I confide
About this journey and no phone
William Morrissey 2/7/07 vision
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