Theres a place I like to go   I like to be alone when there   are birds and it is cold   the grass is green and the trees sound   like stories of times   that I don't want (?) shows   and there was sky   (?) unsound      And there was life   children playing with marbles   one sits upon a statue   as faces are designed   looking forward, back, and at me   a language I don't know   it makes me want what I can't have   a place in this pond   could it be when they die?