David Taylor - Day Dreaming

Circuitous and rambling
serious and dire
also happy and lustful
or deserving of ire.
Day dreams of sunshine
that's pale in the sky
of swallows that dip
as they fly up on high

Meanderings of what
just might well have been
if only I had had
eyes that could see.
The future resplendent
with virtues assumed
but not to befall me
that I must presume.

Feeling the air
as it brushes my face
the smell of the freshness
that the earth gives this place.
The sound of the leaves
as they rustle around.
It is such a wonderful grace
when by my thoughts
I'm not bound.

David Taylor

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