No Mistook
Form: Septilla
My never-ending dreams reveal
That destiny still lies beyond
The horizon; a sacred bond
My mind cannot, dare not conceal
No matter how far I must walk
Or if no ears will hear me talk
To find my fate there is no deal.
Without a map or guiding book
I seek the light to make my way
And find the good in ev'ry day
My quest the time to take a look
For Nature's beauty fills my dream
In her meadows and babbling stream
My dream surrounds me, no mistook
©JGFarmer2017
A Garret Poet 