My Dream, My Yearning

My dream, my undying yearning, Is to dwell in a dream-world of my own, In a misty city amid teal lakes and white peaks, Filled with clear waters, lush groves and majestic pines, With marvelous minimalist halls of mid-century design. I seek to read in lofty libraries and muse in art galleries, To be adrift in abstract beauty and a Baroque adagio, To lounge in cafes filled with creative reverie, and Elegant silent patrons lost in their daydreams. I yearn to spend each sublime evening admiring starry skies From under a domed skylight, to enjoy creamy coffee upon a Lakeside veranda, amid dew drops and cool blissful breezes, Gazing at the sun as it slowly rises beyond the skyline. All rights released into Public Domain