What does he dream in the arms of his wife?
Of a different place, a different life.
Away from the city, away from the noise.
Away from the children, the clash of their toys.
He dreams of a place so far away...
you couldn't get there in a night and a day.
He dreams of the forest primeval and green,
the water caressing the rocks in a stream...
He pauses and listen, what does he hear?
A light tinkle of laughter sounding so near.
Behind a tall tree he sees a soft light.
Is it a wood nymph, or maybe a sprite?
A young girl who's smile promises delight.
Oh, could he have her...oh, that he might?
He reaches out to her with hope in his heart...
The alarm goes off, he wakes with a start.
In confusion he sees who lies in his arms,
his warm, sleepy wife shutting off the alarm.
No, not a wood nymph, but sweet nonetheless.
He sighs and her face he gives a caress.
He hears the sounds that begin a new day.
But he secretly yearns for a place faraway...
What does he dream in the arms of his wife?
Slowly he rises to get on with his life.
©1989 Paulina Bishop
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