Dreams

I’d like to magic myself to the moon,
And fly across strange seas -
I’d like to drift to the evening stars
And float on a scented breeze.

I’d like to play in the mind of Man,
In the songs and the dirt and the tears,
And dance to the joy of Woman’s life,
With her doubts and her pain and her fears.

I’d like to dream as a child must dream,
Slipping away to the sky,
I’d like to call with the calls of wild things
And fly as the wild things fly.

I’d like to yearn like a Mother,
And mourn each passing day,
And grow with the shoots of the things that grow
And stay where silence must stay.

I’d like to dream to my soul’s hiding place,
And stand before my God,
And all the strangeness of Life as it’s lived
Would be lived by my life as God’s word.

By Richard Macwilliam