Walking in Heaven

March 25, 2009 at 23:49 (Songs) (Heaven, Life, Philosophy, Poetry, Songs, Thoughts, Writing)

One blue night I fall asleep,
I got a flight without a ticket,
I woke up in a place of hopes and dreams,

I am walking in heaven,
I am going to meet my dream
But do I really need the things I meet?

I think I saw the ghost of grandpa,
He was kind and and he showed me the way,
We reached a field full of grain, and he disappeared,

I walked across the field, I saw a small peaceful house,
I opened the door, and I saw the reason of my flight,
And I thought to my self, living a dream, is better then dreaming,

I am walking in heaven,
I am going to meet my dream,
But do I really need the things I meet?

A short while after, I came down from heaven,
And I said to my self, it is a flight that I will never forget,
But I hope that there is no more free tickets left.

A short poem or a song, that was inspired by the song “Walking in Memphis” by Marc Cohn.