Poem: A Place

Take my hand, my self, my soul
To distance, from the blizzard cold
To the luscious greens and vivid seas,
To a place of warmth, so long foregone

A haven to tend our aching hearts
A haven to rest our weary pasts
To heed the silence of the tranquil parts
A lesson learnt, forever last

This place, unseen by mundane eyes
A place of peace, a place to hide
I yearn thee, bring me there, I ask
To this place of love and hope at last

--> RJC LT4, 20th September 1995

A little bit of escapism (from the maths lecture probably), but it is my 2nd attempt at writing something cheerful, and I thought then that I was getting better at it :)