Lizzy Burnam 🐞

I know a place where time is green 
where weeping trees will wave hello
where every face is as it seems 
I slept there once in shade, alone 

I know a place where stone is soft 
where evening treads with timid feet 
where maps are wrongly read til lost
I went there once and fell asleep 

I know a place where sunshine speaks
the language of the braided vine 
I stopped there once—wilted, weak
The thought of you was crystalline 

I know a place where morning yawns
where every which way points above 
where those like you, like me belong 
Will you come there with me, love?