a place to sit when the light does awake
and the world stretches and open its eyes.
a place to wait when day starts to dip,
and today says its tender goodbyes.
a wood of trees and branches and things,
and a carpet of orange, brown, and green.
with no would-if-I-could, just good tidings,
and the air is crisp, fresh, and clean.
a magic to come and take me away...
where I don't fear to fall asleep...
the knowledge that I'll come back, some day...
to know the memories will keep.