Peering through each window of my desires and fears.
Through the twisting, winding, spiralling corridors of my brain,
My soul comes across it all.
He sees the moments that hurt me most,
And knows not to bringing them to my attention,
When I close my eyes all I see is trees,
Pebble banks crested in green.
I know THIS is where my soul feels most free.
I am never alone for I have my dog,
We walk along the stream,
While he frolics, carefree, in the water.
Get me away from this life that’s become such a slog.
I often come here to meet you when we’re apart.
Dressed so casually with a smile beaming across your face,
Scolding me for being so messy “just look at you and the dog! Go get a shower” you will chuckle.
I wish you knew just how much that warms my heart.
And the fire of daylight dims right down low,
And rest on top our pan made of tin.
You sit there, cuddled up on our sofa,
Complaining about how there’s never anything good on,
While a wry smile breaks out across my face.
I really do hope this dream isn’t over.
As we lay in each other’s arms,
The dawn light cracks the window,
I must adjourn from this fantasy,
But first, once more, just let me take in the calm.
I pat the dog on the head, kiss you on your forehead and amble down the stairs.
I pull on my boots, my jacket and my hat,
Sombrely as I know that again I must leave atleast until tomorrow.
The dog circles my legs, pawing at the lead,
I give one last stroke and attach the lead, I step out into the dimly lit,Fuschia utopia....
And I’m back in those corridors in my mind...
I know where my soul wants to rest,
I’ve seen my vision of happiness.
How to get there? That’s for us to decide.