My mind beckons to another land
A future or past beyond the palm of my hand
Where are the winds of change taking me?
Will the river of dreams let me see?
I peer into the future wherewithal it is dark.
No end in sight for this mere mortal says the meadowlark.
I sigh "where are the Gods that will show me the way?"
For now I have been like a sheep astray.
Infatuation of the flesh has dirtied my soul.
All the evils of nature has taken its toll.
I cry to anyone that listens
This boat sails without oars newly Christened
To a light at the end of the tunnel
All my distractions made focused with a funnel
There I saw you standing there
A sight to see anywhere
In my minds eye I memorized your face
like the delicate details of lace
I woke up to find you beside me
Trembling with fear and glee
I kissed your forehead in bed
I like this reality instead