SKIES (poetry)

I dreamt

I dreamt, I dreamt again last night

I dreamt of vales, peaceful and lone

with meadows covered in white

with mountains obstructing the sight

and curved paths of wood and stone

I dreamt last night of houses hidden

windows glowing of warmth and of light

and the smoke of fires burning bright

suffocates the fears of the angst-ridden

I dreamt of the soil in its quiet deep

of the freezing calm of the lands

of nature's long and well-earned sleep

to rise again with mighty leap

I'll dream 'til serenity ends