Between Two Worlds

Ancient runes set in stone,
old tree trunks mossy grown,
Hallowed hills rise on high,
whisper winds sing lullaby.
Warm moist earth beneath thy feet,
shadows tell where two worlds meet.
Just beyond horizons end,
up around a distant bend,
passed the flowered meadows glen.
Yet just inside the misty glade,
is the place where dreams are made.
If you seek with open heart,
with childlike eyes where lore is art,
perhaps its then the door you'll see.
If thy heart is true indeed,
between two worlds is where you'll be,
and it is here you will find me.