where that place is

these thoughts have blown me over
and up into a cloud of dust

i am trying to be here
where i am supposed to be
but it is hard when she is there
and i do not know where that place is

i try to get glimpses
but it is conjuncture made out of love
it is hope born from despair

but perhaps that place is nearer to me than i know
perhaps it is much much closer than i think