Monday, May 27, 2013

Farm Cottage.

          Farm Cottage.



Over the hills and far away,
Once I passed the place to be.
Walking for a distant shore,
I stopped to sleep for eternity.
Had I known how very close,
You had waited alone so free,
Would I have rested for a while,
Letting you take care of me?

Life never gives all the clues,
That would lead to perfect end.
For in the mysterious workings,
A way our hopes and dreams to mend.
Figuring out a tiny revelation,
Would be to see the eternal plan,
And why I passed beneath your eye,
In the time and place I was a man.