A Place To Go

A Place To Go

I can’t count
The days any more
Just tell me when
It is time to go

My head held high
Will expose his shame
Their questions bring
From my used lips… the truth
In my eyes, the blue skies

I will be there
He will be there
They will be there
They will see me
My face and my body
But no one can see

How inside I am full
of melting sun
and warm French music
and deep desert spaces
where I walk alone
with the wind at my back
as my heart explodes.

~ Sicily Sue



Music: Jardin d'hiver by the talented Keren Ann