This poem is an experiment with color; it is the metaphysical idea of green.
There is a place
of in between;
it lays neither in the world of dreams
or in our own.
We are alone,
faced with relentless possibilities.
A place of mystical proportions
where time holds no value.
Plants rejoice in their perpetual bloom;
while gentle moss
blankets every rock.
Here, we are primal.
Here, we are free.
Here, we are in a place