Some days I like to wander free

Let reality's harsh light dim

In hope I'll find new things to see 

New worlds to hide within 

 

I wander down forgotten paths

Now overgrown with thistle 

And find a draughty little nook

Where the fair wind likes to whistle 

 

I came upon a cottage somewhere 

Or, perhaps, I was at rest?

Outside, an old woman stood

In ragged victorian dress

 

She offered me some tea & bread

And a warming smile of knowing

I said,  I'm merely passing by

Aren't we all,  she said, 

the trick is to keep going…

 

I waved goodbye,  and wandered on

Turning for one last glance 

But, the cottage was there no longer

Only wind swept trees in dance 

 

I walked and raised my collar 

As the wind began to bite

The sun began to hunker down 

As it bade the moon goodnight 

 

In the sky, many eyes appeared 

Blinking through passing clouds

From billions of years they gaze at us

Without words they speak so loud

 

In constellations tales unfold

As man and stars align

But, O what sights they must have seen!

Whilst travelling through space & time

 

I wandered on: a speck of dust

Skimming this grand, old rock

So brief, so small, almost nothing at all

But, still, a part of its flock

 

And the stars came down to hide 

In privet & bush & bramble

They twinkled & stared as I walked on 

With my magical little ramble 

 

The moon soon cast its silvery web 

As I found a crooked path home

But, in the forest a strange light appeared

 

So I took the path unknown…