O Where, O where - A Poem

O Where, O where;

May I find a –

Grove consumed by moonlit shadow,

With dew heavy grass,

In which to rest weary feet

Or lay down care heavy shoulders

And cleanse tear-stained skin.

O Where, O where;

May I find a –

Lane, twisted and wandering,

Built of old stone,

Shrouded in mysteries –

Where shadows chance to pass;

Whispering secrets through outstretch branch

Of ancient oak and ash.

O Where, O where;

May I find a –

Place, where all stories come to rest.