There is this place we call the Dreaming
Green hills flirting with fleeting morning mist
Ideas spoken in rooms with ancient fireplaces
Where the thrill of discovery
And the joy of sharing that discovery
Is not naive, nor pretentious, but
The most delightful feeling ever

Quietly alive
To the exchange of concepts, and stories,
Jokes warm hug like, that bring you in
Rather than shut you out
Where nature is tough and seductive, but loves you a little
Where you can finally be free, and playful,
Romance with words and clever sentences

Where you can be
Both
Childlike and old age wise

I love that you are going there