Martas poems: I know a place

I know a place down the shore... where a river dies and becomes the sea a place where one can stop time and sit and stare into the wonder of that mystical line where sky begins and dreams end, a place where mystery fills the empty heart with the unsettled wings of want. It is in that place, where my soul finds the reasons it forgot it had for wishing what it does not have, feeling free to fly up high into that ethereal, mysterious line that no one has ever reached except in dreams. Its in that... Sign in to see full entry.