Theres a place I like to go
I like to be alone when there
are birds and it is cold

the grass is green and the trees sound
like stories of times
that I don't want (?) shows

and there was sky
(?) unsound


And there was light
two complaining lovers
one sits upon a statue

as faces are designed
looking forward, back, and at me
a language I don't know

it makes me want what I can't have
a place in this pond
could it be what they (?)