A Dream of a Forest in a Desert
Desertion, desolation
An island of thought
If only
I had
In my dreams
reality.
For empty pages
Like freshly fallen snow
To be blotted with thick scrawls of ink
For a friend
Or a lover
To be near
and forever feel that link
For life
To have such beauty
As to render the air still
All these things, I could go without
Through power of will,
Though at times
I would miss them terribly.
Really it is my mind:
My thoughts, dreams,
Ideas, connections, humor, and
Yes, even doubts,
(For there must be shadows
If there is light)
That I find, through no matter
What adversity,
I cannot live without
It is my mind
where I plan,
Where I think,
Where I am
It is my mind,
Where I am home,
Where I dream,
And where I fall
It is my mind,
Where I rise again,
And see once more
The possibilities of new stars
It is my mind,
Where I learn,
And love, and feel
Without which, all these things
Would cease
to exist
In me
In the world
In the universe
So vast
That not even
the light of stars
can reach
until after many years.
And to keep such a valuable treasure,
Through all pain, and desire
I will take every measure
To think, and be, and dream, and fly
For that is all I’ll ever need
As this life goes by