Daydreamer

Daydreams are not the perogative of the very young. The older one gets, the more we need to stray... We set our minds on the immediate task So careful, we tred, of not losing the way, Yet often our thoughts come to a cross-road Where a wooden signpost may have a name A name that takes our thoughts to another day Another place, another face And suddenly our thoughts journey through the unexpected No more a road of painful duty, of deep reluctance On the contrary, ... A coming home to thoughts that fill the heart Where common sense flies out the window To be replaced by the reasonless Excitement of a child returning home from school Knowing that summer, or a holiday, begins in the morrow Coming home, Coming home to a splendid world If only in a dream