SMALL, DISTANT, SILENT PLACES:

From hurdy-gurdy towns & rushing city faces,

I go seeking those distant & silent, small places,

Where pace is slow, life quiet & folk are so kind,                                         

To far-away idylls, where I´ll find peace of mind.

 

To the village, forgotten by time & this old world,

To the forest, where no cruel barbs are so hurled,

To the island, where waves whisper only of love,

To those open wide spaces, to see stars up above.

 

To coppice, where one may sit & quietly muse,

To any place, where nothing can hurt & confuse,

I think I´ll just go deep, within my very own soul,

To that special place, to be made again whole.