When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.
We are on par .
He just is.
I just am
& we just are.
~ ` ~ Lang Leav
- There is a place, or so I’m told,
- With Landscapes lovelier than gold,
- And all who enter will never grow old–
- There’s only one door to this land so fair,
- Enter with a true heart, a dream and a prayer,
- And only love can bring you there —
- For love is the only key.
( Poem : by Christine B. 1966 )