Shed Unrefined

Mar 30, 2008 - 23:44 PM PST

Out in the back is my father’s shack – a rundown little shed.
But in that shack you may find it laxed, a nice relaxing stead.
A quiet place, a secret space – that little shed of mine.
Nothing fancy yet magically romancey – a couple at a time.
A forest floor, a floral door – but fear is still un-phasing.
Singles go in yet couples come out – out of this magical caging.
Take my hand; we'll travel the land – see sights and sounds divined.
But at the end we fear no bend—the shack sits still, unrefined...