A WONDERFUL PLACE

I stand in that wonderful place

Where the past has drowned in the currents of the sea

Where the future crawls up the shores in rags

And the present has fled the bondage of time

To become birds in the evening sky.

Destiny has rolled down the green hills

To lay hair sprawled on fields of daisies

Rejoicing 

As I stand atop the cliffs

I see eternity within me.