Life Is a Play - Journal Xv
LIFE IS A PLAY – JOURNAL XV
But there is a meadow
I would see in a dream
With wild flowers rife
The most in a dream I’ve ever seen
For the view spreads endlessly
The golden bloom never fades
But stops only at some foothills,
Rolling, receding like ocean jade
The sky – and I under – a so deep light
blue
I’d have me lay right down
Lost in its vast, interstellar view
As seeker I’ll invent me a stream
One that invitingly froths and bubbles
That I may lay down,
Float away all life’s troubles
Oh, maker of plots
I yearn to see a land far away
Where soul only resides
And happiness, peace name of the play
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2014
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