The nights being itself tonight
With the wind blowing against
The shutters that cover the holes
And there behind those I lay awake
Way past the time of sleep
Awake to the sweet sounds of nothing
Nothing at some great degree
(If that means a thing)
Yet I wander
My mind set sail on a dream
I'm in Russia
I'm in France
And right now it’s quiet
As a lay and travel the world
Mothers asleep in the next room
She even smiles at her rest
And brother with his eyes slightly open
On the couch in the den is doing his best
Even the mouse in the hole in the wall
From his full day of nibbles
And work lies in a ball
Rejuvenating for the next days tasks
And it's quiet
Steps and stumbles sound from the downstairs
Straight through the door
It’s the Majesty and his entire Royal
And screams at the top of his lungs
Echoes hear through out the halls
Takes her by the hair
A new day seems to have started
So I run away to far off lands
Like a place in Russia
Or the Beaches of France
And finally it's Quiet
Jacob Rembrandt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traveling-dreams-just-dreams/
