Brought to Life

Where arid mountains grow into lush landscapes-
When the horizon comes closer than ever-
Without burning and blinding,

Where reaching so far but getting just close,
Is enough of an achievement,
Where birdsong can be heard by the deaf 
And the frost of a cold day is thawed into a safe embrace, 
Where the broken heart heals into a shiny dream 
And the last to stagger home are welcomed as the first; 
This is the place, where the dreams of the dead are brought to life.

J.Bibi