i seek a refuge of the mind
a haven of the soul
that place where standing i can rest
or sit in peace
there are no easy places
there seems no hidden parks
no solace in reason
no rest from who i am
but here and there an island
elusive
calls with salted tang of green and lush
and i am called to stroke
verdant moist and coolness high
promise of clean and flowing crystal sounds of light
that break in splendour on harsh rocks
made luring, livid - splash of freedom
where others dwell in soft acceptance
there i go
and who will be there i don't know
enormous clouds make play of my mind
perhaps you know?
