a time and a place

for everyone there is
what they believe and
what they need
weather its a place
in the sun
or if they just like
their own place
but we all have them

a tree topped hill
strewn with daisies and daffodils
the grass soft and springy
like some thing out of a film
with the sun gentally rising
over its crest
and the distant sound of an acoustic guitar
gentally stumming away

a deepest ocean
with brightly colour coral
tickeling the underbelly
of a passing fish
where an octopus waits
and watches all whom pass
and welcome them
to his well kept aquatic home

but imagine a place not so grand
a place that still sticks out
but for a wrong reason

a diregarded park bench
laced with a tattered postcode
and this is where you sit
and you wait
and you lose your love
and its gone
you dont breathe
you don't want to live

a bedraggeled train station
with a mossy roof
and a deshevaled vending mechine
but you stand here
and across for you,
you see a girl
a wonderful girl
with the most beautiful brown eyes
and then this is when you think
to yourself
"what a wonderful woe"