We all have a favourite place.
Hot, cold, wet or dry
By the sea or in the sky
Where lovers catch each other’s eye,
We all have a favourite place.

Finger tips tickled by grass
Or sand between the tips of toes.
Sunlight shot through panes of glass
Or shaded shapes where no light goes,
We all have a favourite place.

Where seasons without reason pass
Where humming summers hunt the nose
Where autumn saunters like her cats
Where nature prised its eyes once closed,
We all have a favourite place.

 

We all have a favourite place.
Hot cold, wet or dry
By the sea or in the sky
Where new love found is bound with time,
We all have a favourite place.

Where days like stones are skimmed away
And minutes ripple into flow
Where songbirds daft like children play
And dance with branches hardly known,
We all have a favourite place.

Where she steals his favourite hat
Or where they share his favourite coat
Or where he jokes and then she laughs
Or where they stare with both eyes closed
Or where her hand would not let go
Or where their lips were fixed at last
Or where he grew the balls to ask
Or where she dared to not say no,

We all have a favourite place.

Hot, cold, wet or dry
By the sea or in the sky
Where love is lost
Where lovers die,
We all have a favourite place.

This is mine.