Our Place
By Caitlin Compton
When you feel the rushing wind pushing against your face,
I hope it takes you back to that place.
The place where we were free....
Free to pretend the world had no end.
Free to think and ponder.
Free to believe that if we jump, we will never fall.
Free to wonder if we had it all.
We could play in the mists of swirling thoughts,
Willing to believe that what was, was not.
Able to hear what didnt sound,
Afraid of fear,
Not of the unfound.
The place where all could, and would be.
The place where was,
Just you and me.
