The Place by Rich Herrick

The Place

I
Rolling with the tides,
and riding the skies,
to a place in the clouds
           only fantasy found.

Wandering in the rain,
hiding the pain.
to that place in the sky
           of the mind's eye.

Fighting the wind,
must go back again,
to that place up above
          only dreamt of.

II
Journey with me to a foreign land
A place out of time and out of hand
Where your sweetest dreams come alive
And your every wish you shall find
A realm untouched by fear or pain
And in your heart only love shall reign
Such sights and delights you will see
For only joy call come to be