Where Nobody Goes

Where Nobody Goes
Wherever I fall
take me from there
and find a place
in the rain
where I can rest
under the clouds
under the trees
under the moss
in the good dark earth
where life begins
far from the noise
far from the crowds
far from the civilized
in the soft morning mist
where all the wild
are free to be
are free to play
are free to sleep
in the lonely place
where love sings
with the song of birds
with the howl of wolves
with the whisper of winds
in the sacred place
where nobody goes.