Wise Men Think, But I — A Fool — Can Only Dream

I cling
to the idle dream
of running from
to far away
to lovelyland

To lengthen stride
and dash on down
the path to makebelieve

To entertain
these thoughts of idyllic love
in happyland
will seize you by the heart
twist your vison
make you hate hereandnow
and long for something more
away from lonelyloss

I ache
I churn
I pray
for one day
with you
in onceuponatime

Yet
I stay
at tearsineye
and dream
of far away.

Originally published April 2009, republished here May 2017

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