Monday, 16 June 2014

Journey to that Far-Away Land

You lie on your back

And curl your toes in a soft green grass
That knows the familiar weight of you
That knows your breath
Knows your heart
Knows your dreams
Yours dreams of adventure

Oh, to while away the hours
Just to lie upon your back
Makes the soul smile
 The far away come near 
The Seven seas
The Deserts of Afro-eurasia
The Red Wood Forests Of california

 Places and spaces
Open themselves to you
They sing their native songs
They dance ancestral steps
To the rhythm of your pounding heart
Always waiting for you
Always welcoming

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