Where East Becomes West and West Becomes East

Where East becomes West and West becomes East

Is a point on the map that matters the least.

It exists in your back yard, in Texas or Spain;

In Oregon, Ireland, Uganda, or Maine.

It's all of those places and also it's none.

It's many locations and only just one.

It's a place far removed from your troubles and strife;

Free of the worries and hardships of life.

There's a glimmer of hope in that space in be between

Where all the lost things go to be found and seen.

It's a mindset, a thought, and a pleasant escape

To philosophize, gossip, laugh hard and jape.

Where West becomes East and East becomes West

Is a place full of solace and comfort and rest.

Where the light hits the shoreline with a crystalline haze,

And the days blur to weeks and the weeks feel like days.

The air smells so sweet and the weather is warm,

And all souls in that space will find shelter from harm.

Forwards and backwards are synonyms where

Coming or going doesn't matter; you're there.

Time is irrelevant. Distance, a myth;

Just love and abundance, acceptance, and gifts.

I hope we shall meet there to dance and to feast

Where East becomes West and West becomes East.