There are oceans
there are forests
there are castles in my mind

There are gardens
with fresh flowers
and each plant and tree is mine

There are paintings
there are candles
there are masks that live and breathe

There are hallways
there are doorways
there are windows, locks and keys

There are seasons
used as reasons
to escape what can’t be seen

There are shadows
in the meadows
but no people there for me