A distant dream

Fluffy clouds and moonlight walks.

Peaceful streams where no-one talks.

The quiet woodlands, singing songs.

Relaxing hymns, for which I long.


The darkness closes around my head.

My heart beats fast, sensing dread.

The noises off, disturb the peace.

Artificial sounds that do not cease.


And in there lies the distant dream.

Always too far to jump across the stream.

The distant dream, a memory kept.

Never resolved as I slept.

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