Is there a place

Is there a place

Where we can be free

Without the encumbrance

Of guilt

The fear of experience

Filled in perpetuity

With the joy of being

When failure is just a word

Not a haunting

Or an inevitability

Is there a plateau

Of even temperament

After a hard climb

Where the view is spectacular

The journey complete

When accomplishment

Is not accompanied

With a hefty dose

Of irony

When disbelief

Is suspended from a hook

In a glass ceiling

And flayed within

An inch of its own

Self-importance

Is there a haven

Away from the glare

Where the truth

Of our feelings

Can be laid bare

Without worry or care

When our thoughts

Are the secrets

We feel safe to share

Is there a place

Where I will

See your face

And know

Love has a price

I am willing to pay

With my heart

When I can say

I need no longer roam

At long last

All present things past

I have found

My way home