My heart sometimes wonders to a place,
far upon the hilltop in the shadowy depth of trees,
were the sunlight dances through the autumn leaves,
a placed habitted by the swallows and the bumble bees.
but it is silent. never disturbed or caught up in this life,
the spires of the old church stand proudly above the shadow,
a place held together by so much beauty and heartache,
it is there my heart always seems to want to go,
& i could walk for hours through the resistants of this place,
without questioning or hostility of my presence invading there space,
but i will stop at the place were my heart just seems to go,
and whisper the words 'i miss you more than you'll ever no'
