Unbowed

There is a place I know,

Where the sun is gentle and cool,

Where clouds are placed like a package bow,

Where the mirror is a reflective pool;

In this place, I feel at peace,

Maybe because of the pine,

Or maybe the lack of geese,

All I know is that on picnics we dine;

This place is safe, as you are there,

A comforting presence, a solid hand,

We sit together, and you brush my hair,

Rocking in a boat, an island far from land;

In this eternal place,

Never changing mountains pierce the cloud,

Gently, gently, I caress your face,

You and me, together, unbowed.