Oh! If I ever asked to live a dream,
It would be adjacent to a river stream
where the topaz rays of the sun will beam.
I will build myself a wooden cabin of dream.
Where hues of porcelain charmed elves will dwell.
just hoping all of it is not some beautiful spell,
Golden leaves will flutter like the shrine bells
surrounding would be spouting magical fountains
cascading down from the tall mystic mountains.
In the azure torrents, doe-eyed maidens will swim,
singing praises to eternal love of Sheba and Solomon.
On its currents, hope and peace will forever brim
the gushes of cerulean water will drift far-far away,
to have a rendezvous with herculean oceans at a bay.
Unfathomable dark canals will run deep in Earth’s womb,
on whose banks again the splendid Atlantis will bloom.
Mythical civilizations resting in the sea in their tombs
will flourish golden El-dorados will resurrect to be exhumed.
Apostles will bow down once to a mundane dream,
kneel and pay holy ablutions to the sacred streams
regal butterflies and dragonflies will sing blessed hymns
A humble abode of divine tranquility I will build
where no human vision or dream ever be slained
All this and more If I ever asked to live a dream!
It would be adjacent to a river stream….