Between peaceful interlude and inescapable anguish
Between tumultuous silence and hushed babble,
A dream, a dwam, a desperate plea for a wish
Fathering faith in an unfathomable fable
I dream of a cottage in a grassy place
With a white picket fence to meet Earth’s embrace
Unblemished white daisies tucked in emerald green grass
With mirth and rapture and cheer amass.
A sanctuary of peace, of eternal bliss,
With melancholy and despair and sorrow amiss
Devoid of care and the battle within
Not forced to ponder on virtue or sin.
I’ll sit on that rickety bridge, with Hardy in hand,
And watch it span across the lake to a distant land,
For in my mind, my sanctum ends there
The mirage of colors, the sweet summer air.
And as the hues of dusk descend upon that haven
She’ll blush with beauty not known to men
Mirroring the depth of thoughts unbidden
And blissful chimera of sky embracing heaven
Entrancing me thus, that velvet sky,
An eternal beauty, I won’t deny.
This is my dream, forever and always,
But I’ll walk on beyond that bridge, one of these days.