Narcoleptic Nomad XI

Narcoleptic Nomad XI

I dream of galloping hooves and golden chariots…
Oh, what a sight!
They guide me, echoing into the night…
Oh, bliss!
I hear a beautiful Teal singing as sweetly as a lovers kiss... 

I dream of towering pillars embracing its’ historic judgement…
Oh, the landscape!
Peaks of green, towers of limestone, and  torturous dungeons…
Oh, is the heavy air!
Ancients living now, in only nothingness...

I dream of romance…
Swans gracing black waters, bowing to their own dance…
Oh, grace! 
Painted lovers anticipant, draped in lace…
Oh, starry night!
A hand, a stroke of a cheek, a whisper almost within sight…

Oh, AWAKE! 
I still dream of Yorkshire… 

_Madamchryzl_