By Gregory Richard Barden

I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

Beside the brook of fancy, as it flows …

To tumble off my trundle bed and sleep,

And dip the stardust with my drowsy toes.

Within the world of reverie and dreams,

I cast my cares, like nets, upon the sea,

So woven as the moon, within its beams …

Imagination’s breadth, now comes to be.

With all the dreamy pathways that I stroll,

The routes are always varied, always new,

And still, each destination brings its toll,

As all my sojourns find their way … to you.

But I would ne’er deny my heart that ache …

If only you’d come with me … when I wake.

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