I need a place to hide myself in
a place of rainbows and orange set
a place of breeze and waves in background
a place for fingertips to scratch the sand

I need a place to hide my poems
a sacred eyelid to vide it through
into preserving facts and meanings
a place of wisdom,
no regret to

I need a place of narrow sunburns
a place of stripes of the cat scratch
a place of joy and tender feeling
a place like you when patience's left

a place of noise
a place of music
a place of heartbeat
and respect

I need a pace to hide myself on
but I’m afraid there’s no one left.