Sunday, November 28, 2010
Away I want to slip into slumber sweet and deep,
With the wings of goddess of sleep
Never to return but ever to fly.
From horizon to horizon will I flaot like a boat,
And swim like a bird in the world infinite,
And unknown to me yet mostly my own.
Soothed will I be from the hurries and worries,
And fret and fury of mundane,
With no askings, no if's and but's of officialdom.
Yes, there, there, there far away into eternity,
Aching I am to pluck and scud away.