Visions

The snow was gentliy falling,
a white mist fill the air,
I hear the cold wind calling,
somethings waiting here.
I stand alone in silence,
upon the mountain high.
I am waiting for the spirits,
eyes upon the skies.
They whispers in my visions,
they haunt me in my dreams,
they've shown me wolrds of shimmer,
and peacefull fields of green.
Try to find you sky,
your world within yourselfe.
In death I found the answer.
In death I live again. 
Fear not the reapers blade.
It does not mean the end.
It never really ends.