Poem - "Here"

 

Last night I dreamt

About a place called “Here”

The land was fertile

The grass, luscious and effervescent.

The flowers were plentiful;

Almost meadow-worthy

The trees were smooth and the branches

Low enough for my fingers to caress.

 

The sky, as clear as the crystalline water

The brook, cascading down the hills

It was mesmerising

It’s melody playing directly to my soul.

The birds that dipped their beaks from the posy-ridden banks

Their happy chirping a perfect accompaniment

To the gushing water and delicate breeze.

 

The sun, a bright dazzling ember

Looking upon me as a doting mother

Admiring her newborn.

 

The fragile clovers and buttercups

Covering the grassy slopes,

Tickling my bare feet as I wander aimlessly through

Endless time and space.

No deadlines; no diaries; no sand

Slipping through my fingers as I clasp them around

The stem of a dazzling daffodil

Dew drops glistening on its full and bright trumpet

I pluck it from the ground and bring it to my nose

Breathing in its bittersweet aroma and I know,

It cannot last,

This world of paradise,

I am not ready for this place yet.

 

I replace the flower

Like a suction pad upon a wall of tiles it re-attaches

And begins to thrive once more

For in this land of plenty, there is no death; no limit.

 

I hear a familiar ticking and I know

My time here is almost over.

  

I sprint across the meadow, my eyes scanning the scene

Taking a mental photograph,

Trying to memorise this paradise that I can feel

In each of my senses.

 

I awake to a dark, misty morning,

Four walls enveloping me and a ticking clock beside me

I long to revisit that Utopia on the other side of my eyelids

Until that day,

I have only my memories and

My dreams.