Poezja

As we walk through
our fields of fantasy
that our hearts desire,
a place where our tormented soul
can at times retire
to breathe the cool
refreshing mountain air.
A place we go
out of the destructive hues
to lull our senses
into gentle platitudes.
The imaginary summer
of our fateful dreams
with romantic overlays
beyond the encroaching world
on our fields of fantasy
perched on clouds
of fluffy white down.



22 November 2011