Paradise

a place I long to be
simple I want this place to see
everyday pleasures
unspoken treasures
holding your hand
no worry or demand
I have a whole different plan
my vision is strange
to you it may seem
no money, no house
could replace what I need
a friend indeed
no need to feed this obsession
my paradise is your infection
I'll take the wood stove, or sand
its really about the direction of your hand
the collaboration of our plan
my existence with you
is my paradise to be fanned
and blown more oxygen
this flame has need to burn
and that is paradise I have learned