distant land; far, far away,
haven of dreams; of desires, of love,
qualms linger afar at bay,
a reverie I magically wove.
away to this tranquil quay,
away from this mundane cove.
utopian dream or a mere cliché?
the oceanfront; walking on the wet sand alone,
with none except thoughts of my own,
as the moon’s silver rays adorn,
songs of youth, of yonder gone,
the sound of a ship, a mere faint moan.
with joy on that beach intone,
strange urge or a sheer impulse?
escape mundane daily chores,
with a book of tales untold,
days away in the great outdoors,
Summery heat or freezing cold,
days in life devoid of usual bores,
serenity of my childhood old,
much to ask or a likely fold?