Where I Write

the quiet place where i write breeze swept field and shade tree the autumn sunlight warms the soul in the distance mighty towers construct of hammers and hands down by the ocean and its mighty ships the scent of open water stirs the soul this quiet place where my heart builds little worlds magnificent noble creatures come to wrestle with a deeper sea of dreams this quiet place where innocence still laughs undaunted by the world when my pen can speak its heart unchallenged by the weary day this strange place my heart goes to put pen to page a place of memories both real and wished a place where all could have been and was this quiet place crepe paper constructions of grand dreams christmas tree tinsel lions chasing dawns wicked approach where innocence still has the heart to take joy to take joy