Poetry Series #4:

There is a place
Where there world stops
And the light of nature
Overtakes the might of men

There is a place just north of here
Where drops of water
Freeze to crystalline banks
The snowy footprints of yesterday

There is a house on a hill
There is a flame in the fireplace
There is a game on the table

Come with me there sometime.
Bring me there sometime.
I miss it.
I miss you.