Why can’t the time
take me back to that flooded night
when the moon was only a tiny dot
and the wind carried the moorhens’ cries
while I was awake gaping at the dark
like i could see the picture on the wall
smiling at me
inviting me to a
journey to an unknown dell
to float over the damp trees,
catching fish at my doorstep,
watch the baby goats snuggle up for a good night’s sleep
and to follow the purling rivers
on their way to eternity!