The Whites In-Between

How I wish to stay there, a lone state
where the clocks wont decide one's run,
nor the people busy in deciding other's fate
Place where other's claim not from my life's urn.

Nay, it is not a sleep or slumber, I yearn for,
but a valley down there away from the sight
of force brutal and emotional, tossing ever
men into the abyss of mindless death.

I shall rest there, the secluded spot lush green,
which isn't smothered  by guileless guilt ,
and brook gaily caresses the pebbles clean
taking away burdens of unearned  sorrows built.

This place shall never be mapped by others,
for it is not of this world, full of activity,
but where body rest while mind builds
world unfettered, unclaimed by none for eternity.

Sitting there, under the lone tree afar
laughing with the free breeze  unspoken,
apparently inactive, yet living as a wild flower
in between the blacks shall hide I, unseen.