-A Place-

If there
is a place
where the wild
beasts live,
where
they roam
among exotic trees
and drink from streams
before choosing the spot
where they shall sleep at night,
if there
is such a free
inviting place,
I’d like to make it home
for you and me.

We’ll
roam around
lush green pastures
eating cherries and sleep
on a soft bed of leaves
under
the stars,
under the moon,
no worries, no hopes
and no regrets,
no
trace of past
or future in our
lives, only the present:
the soft grass,
your hand in mine,
our peaceful sleep.