I close my eyes in cliché to find
the quiet space inside my mind.

The place where inspiration flows in streams,
to trickle and water my orchard of dreams.

My thoughts transport me there like a Vigo.
to clear my lungs and refill my ego,

The trees of hope and fruits they bare,
brings nectar of custard and worry free air.

I rest and lay my burdens in innocent chaste.
with care clearing ivy from your marble face.

I am in the quiet place.