There is a place...

There is a place
we must go
when the world is
too far from us
There is a place
we go
when the world is
too much with us
and
strips us
like a street urchin
There is a a place that is
at once empty and
full
joyous and
filled with sorrow
devoid of
words gestures
dark or
light
eager
as
silence in
the mouth
of
a dying
man.
We are there
you and I
though we
struggle to
deny it.
It is there
as we struggle to
survive.


(c) Jayne Lyn Stahl