How do I dream
Of places
I have never been?
How do I dream
Of people
I have never seen?
How do I dream
Of lives
Long lost to time?
How do I dream
Of places
I have never been?
How do I dream
Of people
I have never seen?
How do I dream
Of lives
Long lost to time?
Take me to the sea
Let’s gaze on the horizon
And dream of sailing
Without a sound did my heart warm
To new, exciting, tender change
The likes of which did take a form
I’d not thought of before
And though it was frightful, unknown
My heart did say to rest a while:
“Let what’s been reaped so too be sown,
And love will grow yet more.”
And so years on my heart’s proved right;
Unfounded were my fears;
Its words I hear now in new light
With open, eager ears
So oft I turn, in light of day,
T’ward vibrant, new imaginings
Off on a quest does my mind stray
Far from mundane, dull, lesser things
Throughout the morning do I weave
A story on my mind’s tableau
Filled with a fantasist’s reprieve
From worldly winds that twist and blow
In afternoon, my inner eye
Wanders to distant, wondrous lands
Where heroes walk and dragons fly
Above some other shore’s bright sands
Alas that in the night, my mind,
So weary from the long day’s work,
Struggles in memory to find
The stories ‘mongst the tired murk
Tonight I held you
And gazed deep into your eyes—
An evening well-spent
For what do we so often pine
When we gaze at th’horizon line?
O, hie ye quick to safer shores
Away from those with evil mores
Those who would snap up all the earth
Then deign complain o’er lack of mirth
Hurried wanderers bereft of coin
With naught but tales and stories for to tell
They are the movers of thought
Sitting by a fire
Listening to waves roll in
Holding your hand tight
A distant world comes to mind
Teeming with life and love
And as it gains form
The one around dissipates
Along with all its cruelty
For a time