In this place
Where I have almost free passage
There is a timeless peace, a serenity
A calm which would put tranquility at ease
Of course there are corners
Where past memories try to conceal themselves
Though, even with space-time at their disposal
They no longer cross my path with any purpose
Because you see, in these grounds
And across the leat, and across the river
There are sights only of my witness
Surges of water, falls of leaves, which only my eyes see
