Layers of Escape

There's a place I like to go,

Down twisted dirt roads

With sun riddled patches and flowers

Ever blooming beneath fern fronds,

Cool parts of the forest that whisper

Of a great marvel of creatures

Flickering in the trees and calling

In gentle morning sunlight

As bejeweled webs sparkle.

Enchanting and alluring,

This part of my mind

Tugs me down to paper

Or away to daydreams so that

I may layer thoughts and vision

Over the drab gray of reality.

It's escape and home all

Neatly package and prepared for

My wondering heart and

Aching soul to settle down

Deep where I could perhaps grow

Roots and sink into the soil

Further still. And monsters

May lurk there as well,

But goblins and beasts seem

Small in price when dragons

And magic await just beyond

The next page, the next thought.

And, I want to go there today

To leave behind the burden

Of work and toils of stress.

But, alas there is no time for more

Than a fleeting thought of wishes.