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.