Where Shall We Go? Poem by David Taylor

Swirling mists of sleep
darkness of the oceans deep
far below the ground a cave
where the light cannot invade
places where we can hide
never soaring up to the sky
where the sun and moon and stars
make a murky light of Mars
Venus shines more brightly though
enticing lovers lustful power
perhaps the heaven's blossom flower?
Trees reach up and shade the ground
where resting sages might be found
places cold with ice and snow
pure and lonely some do go
and even arid dessert sands
you perhaps would dare to go
together with our hand in hand
but by a babbling forest brook
in cool evening light of gentle glow
is the place that I would go
to look so deeply in your soul
and tell without the need for words
all that I have ever known.