Few people know where I have gone
But they may see it when they look on sea
Or when the clouds come misty down
upon the open green
But the ocean portal doesn’t always open
And the fog sometimes oppresses
instead of setting free
It’s a window, not a doorway
into the place I love to be
But I can go when e’er I want
Just lay my heart aside
Spread wide my arms and I am lifted
To a place beyond eternity
I hear some people talk of heaven
like the gulls that cry on shore
They believe they know the water
but the dark eyed fish knows more
neumatikos 