The Peaceful Place

I sit here in this forest glade, in quiet solitude

These shadows all around me, reflect my somber mood

The brook that babbles on its way, a few paces down the path

Is singing me a sweet refrain. I feel it wash away my wrath.

I've brought my faithful friend along, She; of the silver strings

In her music, I can dream, and think of peaceful things

I think that I will sleep tonight, my world lit by yonder star

As I fall asleep, I hear a train; its whistle echoes from afar

I've a tiny fire going, for all day I gathered wood

Though I return tomorrow, I'd wish to stay here if I could

I awake just briefly, and put on a few small logs

And fall asleep accompanied by some softly croaking frogs.

I brought some poems with me, and I'll read some when I wake

I wish I'd brought the poets, too, but they were all that I could take.

I miss the friends and all their works; I miss Lady, JD, too

I miss Om, and Drea, and Pickles, and all the poets, old and new

But I'll share this spot with Lady, if you should ever feel the need

For this lovely, green and, vibrant place, has calmed my soul, indeed.

And, there were times, within your poems, where I sensed you were in pain

The next time that I am hurting, I'll be back here again

So here are the directions, and when memories start to stalk

You can't get lost, not with this map; … If your heart needs the walk

You'll find the place refreshing, even if just for a night

But hurry back tomorrow, and tell me if I'm right.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini