is there a place

is there a place

is there a place out there in the world

where the fog hugs redwoods for days at a time?

Where ocean meets the green cliffs and rocky shores,

and flowers somehow survive the storms.

Is there a place with streets of stone that bend and tumble above roots and old gravestones?

Where the road is safe and steady, and it takes you to everything you need.

Is there a place where each of the buildings have a story? Walls filled with whispers and giggles, secrets shared and tales told. The music that must have echoed inside! Of forgotten bands passing through town and solo women chanting to the sky.

I wonder who fell in love on those floors, in those walls. Dancing as one, humming to your heartbeat, cradling a distant hope.

Is there a place that will always smell like warm bread still too hot to touch? Like a beach bonfire that leaves smoky hair in the morning. I want the air to be fresh, crisp and clean. My lungs should be completely open.

I crave a place, a perfect puzzle piece of a place, sliding into the glove, slipping into the shoe, fitting into the embrace of an old friend.

Is there a place that will open its arms to accept all the love I want to give?

Is there a place of listeners? Who pause, who dig deep, who ask?

A place that wants to know your dreams that have died long ago and bring them back to life!

How long before we all awaken and realize our place is right where it always was?