There’s a place of peace and rest, I think.
In daydreams there are hints.
But lost they are in just a wink,
and leave no fingerprints.
My valley is of rolling green,
with castles in the mist,
and starry glitter nightly seen
as by the heavens kissed.
At torment’s end, forgiveness.
Release from worldly cares.
A pardon’s leave to live in this-
a rarity of airs.
Though just a dream, I hold it fast,
abandoning it never.
In days of present, future, past,
it holds me close, forever.
Hello, I am Lee Dunn.
Working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher.
Writing some poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction.
Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press.
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