As I walk down the empty alley
The dreamer dreams
The poet's dreams
Of crisp parchment and scratchy quills.
Prisoned I was in a valley
Of golden beams
And sided dims -
The hidden realms of folly?
And as the darkness spills,
The rosy wings
Of thought swims.
I was lost in there wholly...
Rezeile Eigo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-pensive-mood-2/
