I am thinking of a place. A place that can not be. But always, behind closed eyes, this beautiful place I see.
Where is this place that I have visited? Where is this place I’ve been? Why can’t I find it? Where could it be?
I am searching for this place, lonely and high. Searching for this place somewhere near the sky. Searching for the valley that it stands near. Searching for the sea that lies in the rear.
Why can’t I find it when my eyes are open? Why can’t you see it when my eyes are closed? Where is this dream castle? Where are its lawns? Where are the gardens? The orchards? The ponds? Where are the ducks? The geese? The fawns?
Where does it go when I open my eyes? How can I find it? Why does it hide?
