I could dream,
look out over an open landscape,
let my mind travel to somewhere, I couldn’t see,
but I felt it, deep in my bones,
I’d look to the sky,
hope it might be there, appear,
always returning eventually,
when my name I might hear, a song on the radio,
would always bring me back.
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Today I’m older,
still looking out that window,
wondering what might truly be nearby,
just around that concept,
the idea of a new horizon,
a different place,
one that offers resource,
to help contain the peril of this place.
Perhaps that’s strong,
yet, I do believe we are sometimes gazing
at the brilliance of an evening star,
and we left believing …
~
Something is out there, and beautiful,
a dream, a mystery, an island hoping we could
land there, just for a moment,
and then we’re pulled back again,
the island fades into our natural trance,
we’re left imagining there will be another day,
~
when I glance across the street through my open window,
I will see the beauty of life in freedom’s grasp so delightful.
