Far Away

Far Away

I lie upon my cushioned chair,

half asleep in breezy air,

a lounge-y day of reverie;

The willow branches near me sway,

sweeping me so far away,

to an echoing memory;

That naive feeling stealing past,

~ ah, we thought to ever last ~

youthful dreams haunt deliciously.

© ACG 05

June 2007