Narnia.

Surrounded by nothing but darkness
And silence.
Blinded as to where I'm going.
Narnia, I call it.
Covered in ice
This lovely Winter night.
I sit here and swing,
Alone in the dark.
I cannot feel the cold at all,
But I can hear it
Rushing past my ears
And brushing through my hair
As I go higher and higher.
I want to fly high enough
To leave.
I'll become part
Of the night sky...
Another bright star
For gazers to stare at
In awe.