Late Afternoon Musing
Lying here safe from
the
hear in my air conditioned
room
Mind drifts to olden
times
When song filled the air
And a goblet of wine
was enough
Passing by known and
unknown forests and streams
Our light has not dimmed
Since the days when sailing ships
left for distant
shores
Came back loaded with
gold and spices
Imagination has its own rewards
We needn't worry
that our questions
will be without answers
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010
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