I dream,

of an expanse of green meadows,

trees with nests and gardens with burrows,

and charm that dwells upon faces of men,

and hearts, as light as feathers afloat,

and our fantasies, tangible.

But I dream alone, they say.

I wish,

upon a blank page I hold,

that a song I'd love to write this time,

an ode to Love, glory, and felicity,

a ballad, of unbroken hearts and blissful days.

A lyric, to the better side.

But I could wish alone, they say.

I imagine,

A wooden house and large windows,

amidst valleys and peaks, and raindrops crooning,

as I sleep a hard day's night,

and wish to wake up the next morn;

among myriads of smiling faces.

and I Imagine.
They can't hold me back, when I can imagine.