Just a mile from here

The radio burbles its complacency

Cars swish past.

Yet, just a mile from here,

Beneath gently weeping trees,

Among soft-leather rotting leaves,

My hear lies dreaming.

Places far distant,

Old in the Sun.

Places warm welcoming.

Places harsh and strange.

Alien worlds of heat and peace.

A smile,

A caress.

Softly, waves heave,

Patterns form behind my eyes,

My life is changing,

My soul migrating.