My Special Place

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Sometimes in the soothing quiet
Of a warm stillness in the night,
My weary eyes close to the world
And my fantasies take flight.

The place I go is made just for me,
With my needs alone in mind;
There, I sculpt my heart's desire,
And my wants are not left behind.

A place to make my dreams alive
For a moment, maybe two;
Where gentle, fragrant promises
Will always ever come true.

And when I go to this place,
All my hurts and angers heal;
The sweetest place to never exist,
Yet, in my heart, it's very real.