There is a place
I go
to watch
leaves that blow
back
and forth,
and never hang
still.
There is a place
I go
to see
waters that swirl
around
and around,
and never
stop.
It is a place
I go
not to tarry
over the trials
of the here and now,
or to ponder the past
what could have
been.
It is a place
I go
to dream
of times of joy
floating on for eternity,
and of dancers dancing
with feet that never touch
the
ground.
It is a place
for dreams
apart.
It is a place
for dreaming
alone.
It is a place
for dreamers
only.
And so I sit
in my place
whenever I can
as often as I can
and watch
the leaves floating forever
above me,
and see
the waters dancing ever
beneath me,
trying to forget
I'm sitting still.
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