A place that I have no words to describe for you:
The words don't exist in the language you speak;
A place that I sometimes glimpse in my memories;
Brief, fleeting glances - memory is weak.
Fields of flowers, wild forests in snow 
Contrasting impressions of different days
If I try harder, the memories go - 
Under scrutiny memories float away.
A place that I want some day to come back to;
Though sometimes that thought fills me with dread:
Places that live cannot be returned to;
They can never match up to what stays in your head.