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