Faraway Places

My mind has gone wandering to faraway places.
I can see the hills covered in green in the dead of winter.

Other times a beach its fine white sand
singing out against the ocean’s waves.

Places so far away that Unicorn’s still feed.
All filled with flowers and
mounds where Fairies are found.

Where Dragons sit
upon their treasures,
of brilliant gold and sparkeling jewels.

In the heat of July
my mind is in the high mountaintops
that are covered in snow,
or down at the lake
with my body to follow.

While I sit in traffic, in the heat of the day,
My mind races on like a horse in a race.
It takes me to a faraway place.

A place where my day is not
just beginning its second phase.