Sometimes

Sometimes, you know
alone a wintry evening
staring of in the unknown
I mostly wander of
in dreams of far and beyond
I conjure rocks and a driving sleet
hiding stars in a stormy night
only the sound of the rushing wind
as a company by the warm fire

Sometimes, you know
alone a motionless evening
in the tranquil of this house
I knew so thoroughly
I tend to fantasize a mighty Atlantic
right at my front porch
only the sound of the rustling sand
as a company next to my worn chesterfield

Sometimes, you know
I dream of loneliness
in Nature's cradle
I dream of her warm embrace
in the chilly December winds
Sometimes, you know
I'm a dreamer