Things I see
Along a walk on Primrose Hill
At 7 in the morning
25th May, 2015
Dream Trails
Along the asphalt foot path
Shooting off across the tall grass
Children have chased each other in games
Mothers have quietly escaped the noise of home
Lovers has slipped into bliss at the end
Of these dream trails
No one was supposed to walk there
But the human soul knows no bounds
And defies regulation in a solitary act of walking on the grass
to claim their own journey,
Join the ancient druids, the philosphers and ghosts
On these dream trails
So beautiful in the early morning sun
The night dew evaporating quickly to one day be rain
The grass recovering, some, but not enough
As boots and shoes and sandals and feet
Have marked a new direction for others to follow
Along these dream trails
They go to secrets and wishes
And only for the daring and adventurous do they live
Others pass them in annoyance, if they notice
Clucking that someone has broken the rules
Or most not noticing at all, too plugged in or chaotic to see
The beautious dream trails
I will blaze a new path, away from man
Away from competition, away from racing about
so earnestly that life slips from my hand like sand
Instead I feel the grass crunch softly under my shoes
I reach the grove of trees and lead others to a haven
Reached only by the Dream Trails
Join me
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