This Place
Virginia Carraway Stark

The leaves wave
Away the tears
And lines on your face
They say it’s safe
And make this place
Paradise even for a day
The wheel of fate
Is graven here
As is each roses thorn
And every petal
Made of pink silk
The leaves rustle
In the invisible
And the rain cleans off your face
Here in this place
Each dew drop
In the very hand of grace