There is a place, behind the eyes

where calm and quiet waits,

far from cities and suburbs of noise.

I go there, glad to be away from

visual and verbal pollution,

and increasingly massive hysteria.

A closing of the eyes gains entry

to an inner sanctum, a place of happy

memory, of slow motion movement

and lethargic thought.

A place to rest and restore emotions,

and gently patch over the cracks in

the facade of 'normal' living.

This place has long been my salvation,

my solitary confinement, out of sight,

and a welcome prison sentence, where

I'll do my penance uncomplaining.

There is time to reach conclusions

and face delusions, uncovering slowly

yet certainly, ultimate and longed

for moments of truth,

a quiet place, behind the eyes.