Blurred memories come back to me,
Take me back, to where I want to be,
To my old home, beneath the hills,
The river, meandering past my window sill.
It takes me back, to days of yore,
When I lazed away the summer leisure,
Lying in the shade of an old tree,
Watching the birds frolic around merrily.
Just feeling the breeze, through my hair,
Nature, at its best, nothing to prepare,
A friendly face, would soon appear,
From its burrow, wondering who is near.
The robin calling from its nest above,
A song, more than others, that I love,
Butterflies, and my garden’s flowers,
Greeting each other, like old lovers.
When the day is over, the sun has set,
The night sky beauty, I can’t forget,
The stars, playing with the crescent moon,
Crickets, offering me, their vibrant tune.
I wake up, to the sound of traffic near,
The calm night, has now disappeared,
Haggling vendors, from the market close by,
Streaming sunlight, through the buildings high.
I have the day, to while away,
Just the crowded streets, for me to play,
I wait for night, as endless a wait it seems,
For the world that I love, a world in my dreams.
*in my dreams by c-ip(deviantart)