Happy place is not a place
but a perspective.

When the sun sets on this heathen
you'll find
he never quit believing
that his mind would roam
forever in the mountains,
dancing light upon the heather
where the dew will form the
diamonds in your eyes as
you remember.

I'm so close to you
I want to kiss your nose
and all those moles
all the scars
and that huge birthmark

I think I'm going crazy

I want to touch you
in places I shouldn't be
I want to feel you
I want you
I want

Search From Within

baskets of notice
cherry oak tree
take your lights to new heights
surface through the window
the memory to rest

When the ground freezes
its surely good
to find shelter
and the flare of a fire
to keep us nice and warm