The Distant Places I Dream Of...

The distant places I dream of... are as alive as the loveliest memory, never erasing that strong legacy; unfortunately...time slips into tomorrow, leaving beyond a faint vision of everything passionately loved or anything fiercely unloved, receding itself into a thin shadow! And as I grow older and weak, I sadly recall the formidable days of my very short youth; very early in spring...hords of sparrows and red-breast robbins flew over the blooming hills... to venture themselves into another adventure of delight! The distant places I dream of ... are eternally carved into this nostalgic soul: to visualize them as they unfolded yesterday, making me deliriously cry in sorrow... and wishing they'd appear to comfort me in my uncertain hour of death! I merrily walked under the lustrous cypresses glancing at the lovers touching and dreaming; their happiness was mine to imagine, but fate had a different task to be given to that chosen one willing to sacrifice himself! Days have gone,storms have passed... the curse has been removed at last, a trecherous curse to test my resistance! The distant places I dream of... lie under the respendant skies, which adorn the lush hills with radiance; I'd like to abandon myself to an idle state and placidly sleep on the same meadow: imagining to travel to far-away lands... very different from the ones I had known, but a twist of fate might turm my dice and urge me to make the choice...and go back to the distant places I dream of!