My Special Place

There is a place, a special place
where ocean water, ebbs and flows
with rocks upon, which I can sit
where no one, ever hardly goes.
there I can stand, upon their forms
and view, the miles of open sea,
or listen, to her music
and write, the lyrics sung to me
it never changes, and often waits
the old rocks, keep for me warm,
the sea, laps at them constantly
asking when, I’ll be along.
I don’t, get to go there often
but still, it’s my very special place,
For there is where, I find myself
when from the world, I need some space.
On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: ,