Dream, Fly, Dream

[naut]

Dream, Fly, Dream

The greenest runway,
In the pillared trees,
With the softest windy sway,
Over granite lichen is the fleece,
And the Sheppard to keep the peace.

I don't have to be a wanderer,
Tramp, no seafarer am I,
To see the beauty and wonder,
No, no, everything goes on below my sky,
Freer, more lovely, with the passing of the day.

The only binding, is time,
My time, a moment of growth,
So I go, to witness the sublime,
Of sand, salt and grime,
And all things cerebral,
To elapse into a land free of loath.

The heart and spirit remain,
And it grows until return,
Having beheld, every lushly bleak plain,
Basking in clouds dripping, bawling rain,
And my way is safe,
Guided through everything I yearn.

I reside in every thing,
From the grimmest mount,
That melts upon the soft sky,
To the vicious vines I see,
Twisting and biting up the wall.

And I'd follow nothing,
Just to be content,
To have amity up 'til I die,
And, if human genius may be,
Nature was genius before all.