Thursday, September 12, 2013

One day

One day I will live in a house
On a bleak heather clad hill
So high it will be close to the stars.
The air will be clean and warm
Carry me scents of the world
The stream that feeds the well
A crystal clear flowing mirror
And there will finally be room
For the mind to expand
To its true potential
Till it is perfection
Then I can lie down and sleep
And the soul; whatever it is?
Shall glance behind only once
Then fly away into eternity
Over all the rolling, empty spaces