Utopian Dreams
When days are dark, and oh, so long, when nothing's as it seems,
When harshness of reality descends … I like to dream.
I will my mind to take me far away from daily strife,
To visions of Utopia, where senses can a'light;
No cares nor worries follow me, it's just myself alone,
Transcending to another world, where I can freely roam.
I cross the path, o'er wooden bridge, beyond a glistening stream,
And slip into this twilight realm, through captivating scene;
I wear a flowered sundress, ribbons woven through my hair,
A bonnet made of straw completes this vision that I wear.
Before me, to the left, I see a most engaging sight,
With foothills and a valley, such an absolute delight;
I'm barefoot as I find myself before this wondrous place,
With long, tall grasses tickling me - a breeze upon my face.
It's there I drift through meadows, I'm at one with nature now,
Each creature stops to greet me, as I lean to touch their brow;
No words are needed, only thoughts, they nuzzle me along,
In tune with one another, as they grace me with their song.
I reach a tributary, that is fed by waterfall,
I shed my clothes and dive amongst the beauty of it all;
Refreshed and peaceful, there I pause, beneath the water's sheen,
And marvel at the wonders that surround this tranquil scene.
I'm bathed in glory, rich with scents and sounds of nature's own,
'Tis here amongst this gentle world my conscience finds it's home.