The Narrow Path

We are never far away
From the land that houses dawn
If we wander through the day
On a path untraveled on,
We will find it in the bay
And the river flowing free
Past the winding mountain's way
And the broken little bree.
It is heaven, in her form
With her soft, celestial lights
And her gentle touch of warmth
And her pure and calming nights,
Oh, and if we search, we'll find
All the dreams we dreamed before
In an angel's shining mind
And dear heaven's open door.