Dreams

I long to return to the memory
That one where perfection
Was typical-- you remember?
I wish for restoration to a dream
A dream I had, of fairy woods
And the tinntinnabulation
Of glass church bells.

I'm afraid that my heart
Has already fled to recollections
And that my inked soul
Slumbers in a dream glen
Where fawns stoop for emerald grass
And winds speak of secrets
Whispering honeyed promises.

I thirst for the sun gold water
Flowing swift and cool
Under a swaying roof of foliage
In the shade of patriarch trees
The pattern broken only
For ruby and jasper leaves
And silver-white minnows.

In this dream world I crave
I would nap in crystal banks
Collect from fields the flower-gems
I would learn to fly with fairies
Dozing on cotton clouds
Sprinkle out constellations
And paint syrupy sunsets

And when I was through
I'd come back home
And dream some more.