My Field of Dreams

 

My field of dreams is not a place of rainbows

Nor filled with happy, laughing, noisy throngs

Their gaiety and laughter so abounding

It rings within my head for hours long

 

I don’t want yells and screams of celebration

There wouldn’t be the pealing of loud bells

No fairy floss, no ice cream cones or carousels

Against those things I’d feel my soul rebel

 

There wouldn’t be dark clouds on the horizon

No threat, no fear, no sadness to be had

No cowering, afraid of accusations

No panic, terrified of being bad

 

Instead I crave a lonely silvery silence

Where there is no-one else, but only me

Standing in the distance, watching waves break

Upon the sands of life, my mortal sea

 

No one to love, and thus no hearts to break

And no one else to love me in return

For my life has been filled with just such turmoil

And so I want this peace that I have earned

 

I’ve lived and loved, I’ve fought, I’ve raised a family

Done everything expected, and still more

I’ve given of myself and had it taken

I simply cannot bear it any more

 

So please allow me solitude and peace

The serenity of the mists for which I long

You’ll never find me there, and I’ll be grateful

For that’s exactly where I know that I belong.

Wicked....9.6.2002