Altering My Ego

There is a realm past what we know
a dimension 
ungoverned by time 
existing outside of all
points and lines and planes 

There is a place just over there
the mystics and dreamers
have glimpsed its heights 
and made feeble stabs 
with feeble pens
to tell of it

There is a land of endless day
and love where rain only falls
on bountiful fields
to make them laugh
and storms rage dramatically
on the sky's broad stage
just for poets
to watch and applaud

There is a rest
oh weary one
Lay on my lap  
I'll stroke your hair
and sing you songs
of such a world
we have not known 

There is a way
a land
a kingdom fair 
I'm holding you now 
close to my breast
In that land