A place in my mind ages ago,
where lions lay with the lambs.
The turtle's pace was never too slow,
and happiness part of the plan.

Peace and harmony, the governing force,
and rules were observed by all.
Crime and disease non-existent of course,
there wasn't a fence or a wall.

To summon a meal was the blink of an eye,
a luxury complacent to man.
Sadness, tears and even a sigh,
were done away with the slight of a hand.

Love wasn't a meaningless word,
an embrace the expression of such.
A passionate kiss never absurd,
and two souls were eager to touch.

I'm longing to find that perfect place,
although it was only a dream.
Life without hope leaves nary a trace,
of the bad times and how good they seem.