May 2015
I am dreaming, I know.
Land unknown spread out
before me, air charged, expectant
of the coming storm,
cool wind sighing past, and setting
the leaves all to rustling. Sunset, glorious
in days dying.
I am dreaming, I know.
Land unknown spread out
before me, air charged, expectant
of the coming storm,
cool wind sighing past, and setting
the leaves all to rustling. Sunset, glorious
in days dying.
I am dreaming, I know.
I am caged, and wish to be free, and yet I fear the vast expanse of the unknown beyond.
Much better, it seems to me, to dream, and drown my fears in a sea of fond imaginings,
and in melancholy, for the knowledge that all is temporary, and that all is but a dream.
Much better, it seems to me, to dream, and drown my fears in a sea of fond imaginings,
and in melancholy, for the knowledge that all is temporary, and that all is but a dream.
