The Perfect Place

Sometimes I dream 
Ever have a dream of love? 
I dream sometimes of a perfect place 
By a clear lake rolling river or sounding sea 
Water flashes light signaling peace and energy 
This perfect place holds me tight and tenderly 
I walk with you there, embraced by the fog 
Caressed by the sounds kissed by the wind 
Touched by your long unending fight 
Torn in your frailty Lost in your wisdom 
Crushed by your wall I fall apart 
Then the wind blows 
The waves crash and spray 
The wall becomes a staircase 
The fog lifts and takes me with it 
In this place all wounds are healed 
All sorrows melt in the breeze and fear is gone 
We walked through our lives together holding 
Hands and sat together at that spot in my heart

© Paul Viel 2000