I think i could live here forever
this little patch of ground
where we stretch out ourselves
whisper between and through
every self examined meaning
that holds in and of its own
The dreams of the morrow.

I believe that I
could walk all these roads
these momentous depths
that range from your mind into mine
that hinges upon your laughter
cries within your tears
I know I can!

If ever there was any reason
and meaning to what i have ever thought
it all holds its own here, awaiting
sometimes like a none ending dream
In anticipation I await just the simple yes
that will carry the foundations
of my every tomorrow, my hopes, my dreams
Here upon your delicate frame and mind.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph