I was thinking about it again the other day

I'm not sure of
I can't remember the name

It was down the street
from my apartment
and I used to go by there
pretty often
once a month or so

It was set
back from the street
by a courtyard garden
with a winding path
a stone gazebo
and four or five trees
It had beautiful tall windows
and red stone walls

I never went inside

It was clear to me that
I should keep it
as it was
in my imagination:
the most peaceful place