Some Place Home

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Listen to Some Place Home by Richard Charles Stevens

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some place i’ve forever been
some place long remembered from the reverie believed extraordinarily serene
wherein allegedly we set these leisured dreams
some place where asleep
i feel awake
relieved to peel the creeping flesh away and nestle in-between

some place i am never less than seen
some place where i never need see questioned my esteem
some place of great peril unforeseen
where fate need never intervene
for destiny suggests the theme

no allegiance to uphold
for if i may be quite so bold
the thing we have and hold
could never ever be annulled
set in stone
a marble throne
of tarsal bone and spleens
wed to the remembrance of reverie believed extraordinarily serene
wherein together We can elegantly be
and I can eloquently bleed for She

one whom i believe one day will rise to late prime with great pride of dignity and grace for all to see
for every cloud that bursts
remain unswervingly serene
calm amidst the storm
charmed in ultimate form
far away from the norm
at a cause more unique
indeed i can see a furtive glint within the eyes of She reminding me spellbindingly of why I dare to dream
of some place rare and very scarcely seen

some place i’ve forever been
some place long remembered from the reverie believed extraordinarily serene
wherein allegedly we set these leisured dreams
some place where asleep
i feel awake
relieved to peel the creeping flesh away and nestle in-between
some place i can wrestle blues
with less to lose
express my views
and muse on spread of meadows evergreen

some place love begets itself
same place hate forgets itself
game face then resets itself
favours our poetic selves
shelves emotions slowing motion
sees withheld no stoic notion
sows the seed to grow devotion
knows not toil of soil erosion
some place where controlled explosions
break the back of frozen oceans
some place safe to lay the tracks
of dreams exactly interwoven
here I bleed for She
relieved to be esteemed as aptly chosen
hear no feared decree
for i am some place where arrears are free
the one place safe and dear to me
tis here where i am near to She
it’s clear to me
these dreams are where the lands unhand the seas
where castles in the sand are grand
can climb the skies with ease
it’s clear to me
that She is love
the sweetest tide to ride above
for in her eyes
resides the kindest breeze

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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