This Place

special places where magic happens

It's so quiet here,
the sounds of the fire
ring reminiscent of places far away.

It's so soft here,
the warmth
colours the edges with a sleepy blur.

It's so warm here,
drowsily creeping
a soft smile rests upon my face.          

It's so still here,
the air’s prickling caress,
as it swims over my skin.

There is no need to focus
this place, is neither
shapes nor colours.
But do not hide sight away,
For nor is it imagined.