Realities aside
This place within my mind
Is perfection in beauty
Mountains rise to soar like dragons
Standing still, the illusion built of drifting clouds
Clouds of purple and corral colored dreams
Waters run vibrant blue and green to pool
Deep within the shady forests cool
Where in the clearings wood nymphs still dare to dance and sing
Their voices echo like tinkling bells that shake and ping
Shifting through the trees and brush
I stand alone and take it in
The colors, peace, and hush
Far from the Earth’s rancid din
And economic rush
My muse has a cottage here
And lives in the yard beside it
She is tall and ancient
Bark and leaves adorn her
With her whispered pulling draws me near
The cottage set aside for me
To live and rest and heal and be
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