I dream
I dream of a distant country
Of an uncertain mist, of a lost tree
A field of flowers and a stream
A waterfall of the sea and a river of ice
I dream of one hand
From an embrace
From a departure
Would you take me up there on the hills?
Would you take me up there in the clouds?
Where rust and dust
And sadness and pain
And the fears of childhood
Passing?
Will we be there?
This place where the dream has no hold
Nor the reality
Nor the hopes
Nor the regrets?
May 4, 2014