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.
