I wrote this peice early in the week; boxing day to be exact. I spent a good amount of time on it, not that I had a lot to do that night. It's nothing compared to Burns, Brownning or Frost but it's straight from the desk/ bed of the Captain. It always hurts, deep down inside though I know, I must save my pride and bury my thoughts, where no one will see; in a place, where we can be free. I'll show you that I really care, I'll hold you close, I'll hold you near and forever won't, seem so far and forever won't, seem so far. 'Cause in my head, is where we lay in every minute, of every day together, in a feild of grass wishing that the dream would last forever. Maybe forever plus a day, maybe forever we could stay, in this place: Warm, safe and dry - where our love, would never die. A place whee windows never break with a bridge, over a lake... or a stream, where we'll sit and talk, we'll gaze at the stars from the rock, on which we'll sleep, beside the other, your warmth, your ough, ne'er a bother. And while we sleep, throughout the night our love'll be guided, by luna's light. I'll show you that I really care, I'll hold you close, I'll hold you, dear, and forever won't, seem so far I promise it won't, seem so far But this place exists, in my head in a spot, that cannot be said and if our feilds be filled with snow our bridges'll ice and our streams won't flow. Have a happy new year everyone. Don't do anything/ anyone I wouldn't do sober and play safe. -Captain B. Feilding