I dream

I dream of a distant country

Of an uncertain mist, of a lost tree

A field of flowers and a stream

A waterfall of the sea and a river of ice

I dream of one hand

From an embrace

From a departure

Would you take me up there on the hills?

Would you take me up there in the clouds?

Where rust and dust

And sadness and pain

And the fears of childhood

Passing?

Will we be there?

This place where the dream has no hold

Nor the reality

Nor the hopes

Nor the regrets?

May 4, 2014