I dream a world

I have been told that I am a romantic,

not in love but in seeing life as colourful,

and as a romantic and a fool

I dream a world of a different kind

than now exists:

a world of curiosity,

a place of spontaneity,

a corner of stories and dreams,

a room of concern

where action is in play.


O for such a world,

and that’s where the fool comes in,

for I think I see,

I know I see,

the smiles of those around.