I know of this very secret place
Hidden away snugly in no-man’s land
Without substance, body, or face
But nevertheless, looking so grand
Mirrors floating along every wall
Reflecting reflections, rainbows of light
Hedges of thorns forbidding and tall
A thought of flowers, eternal delight
Secrets within secrets never to be told
Silvery cobwebs holding up morning dew
Creaking floor beams way beyond old
Paintings of ancients nobody knew
Hewn into reluctant slabs of hard rock
Is a room where time flows more
To the beat of a grand-fathers clock
Hidden behind the heavy oak door
That is my so very secret room
Where I can use my precious mind
To create a life of love or of doom
And exciting scenarios of any kind
In that secret room away from it all
I am out of body, purely soul
Don’t have to worry about the banal
Am absolutely perfect and whole