Swirling mists of sleep <br />darkness of the oceans deep <br />far below the ground a cave <br />where the light cannot invade <br />places where we can hide <br />never soaring up to the sky <br />where the sun and moon and stars <br />make a murky light of Mars <br />Venus shines more brightly though <br />enticing lovers lustful power <br />perhaps the heaven's blossom flower? <br />Trees reach up and shade the ground <br />where resting sages might be found <br />places cold with ice and snow <br />pure and lonely some do go <br />and even arid dessert sands <br />you perhaps would dare to go <br />together with our hand in hand <br />but by a babbling forest brook <br />in cool evening light of gentle glow <br />is the place that I would go <br />to look so deeply in your soul <br />and tell without the need for words <br />all that I have ever known.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-shall-we-go-2/
