Dream

DREAM

It is a long-dreamt dream:
To seek the stars of the eternal sky,
to drift towards the planets swirling by,
to see the spires of a distant world.

Why this turmoil of the mind?
To stay earthbound is a simple task, no more, no less than could be asked-
but oh! Too little for those born to the winds of time!

I weep- was there ever one so lost?
Why must we surrender the visions?
The clear valley waters of a stream
lost among the black cliffs of our dreams,
The welcome towers atop a cliff,
O’erlooking the ringed sun.

It is a long-dreamt dream.
I recall one strong and gentle face
Amidst a myriad of that sad, doomed race-
And it is miles from forever to my Home of homes.
I weep- was there ever one so lost?