We All have A Place

We all have a place,
A "place from home",
Which is strangely more homely.
We can go there to think-
Our thougths meander
The path of dreams
The never-ending spiral of trouble
And confusion.
But we are safe.

Our place is a secret haven,
To others it appears simply like a bench,
A tree, a field.
But to us it has a hidden mystique,
And lets us channel our feelings,
Because we know we are safe.

Ideas cascade down our faces,
Spilling onto the earth.
We do not drown,
And our fears are swept away.