A Place We Know

There is a place we know, we both know,
And I have been there, while you stay away.
You have avoided it since that selfsame day
When you declared that you could no longer see
Value in what I was, what I continued to be.
There, in that place that we both know,

I continue to gaze on the water, and think
Of new things, the art of which you are bereft.
The world each day is not the same place I left
When I closed my eyes; each day I dream,
And then bring into being new light on the stream,
New words, new songs, new things to think.

There is a place we know, we both know,
And I walk there often, in the soft grass,
And watch the flood of the Ages go past,
Watch the laughs and the loves of people I make,
Including some souls that for your delight's sake
I once made, in that place we both know.

I continue to gaze on the water, and think
Of history, geology, and strange beasts and flowers.
It harms no one; it whiles away the hours,
And it pleases me, though it no longer pleases you.
You argue there should be more things to do,
That all the world is not the same as I think.

There is a place we know, we both know,
That I still find pleasure in, and you ignore.
There is poetry there, and beyond sea a shore
That begs for new tending. A new god comes to me
That will rule over that people living by the sea,
And will reign nowhere outside the place we know.

I continue to gaze on the water, and think,
With a shake of my head, and with a faint smile,
Of what you said when you took your self-exile:
"We should be helping others." Do as you may,
But there is beauty and helpfulness in my play
That might one day help others more than you think.

There is a place we know, we both know,
With stories left half-complete, as you left them.
Sometimes I sigh over a half-finished gem,
And think of what it could have been if you came
Back to furnish it with shades to its flame,
If you still valued that place we both know.

I continue to gaze on the water, and think
Of new legends, new religions, new stories,
While you sing a soup kitchen's praises and glories.
Do as you will, and I wish you loveliness.
But in fantasy's creation lies my happiness,
And there are more worlds than you ever think.