When

I

dreamed

.

o

f

.

the

someday

place,

–

–

there

.

w

a

s

.

nothing

.

i

n

.

my

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

When

I

dreamed

.

o

f

.

the

someday

place,

–

–

there

were

.

n

o

.

barricades . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

it

always

became

.

a

.

weightless

gain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

weightless

gain

.

o

f

.

glorious

grace . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

a

great

escape

.

f

o

r

.

better

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

great

escape

.

f

o

r

.

better

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

sometime . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

someway . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

somewhere . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

someday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

far

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

days

.

o

f

.

wait . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

I

could

.

s

e

e

.

everything

.

s

o

.

clearly . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

perceive

everything

.

s

o

.

dearly . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

could

–

–

perceive

everything

.

s

o

.

dearly . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

I

would

–

–

dream,

–

–

dream,

–

–

dream,

–

–

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

those

–

–

dancing

days

.

o

f

.

wait . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

those

–

–

dancing

days

.

o

f

.

wait . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

I

.

.

would

dream . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ when

I

.

.

would

dream

.

s

o

.

freely . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

the

someday

place.

Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem I wrote back in Feb of 2020 where the contemplator looks back on a past filled with magic, dreams, and boundless adventure where he or she seemingly lived a wondrous life without boundaries – and ponders whether something similar might ever be experienced again. I played the haunting gem of a song “Chariot” by Beach House in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.