On my way to work I often shut my eyes and in my mind

I am on a road that does not race through a concrete jungle

Where there are no buildings or the jostle of cars

Where roads wind through mist ridden hills

Lined with pine trees that rise above the clouds

Curving through traffic, I am on the hilly trail

That curves over the gorges where the sunbirds’ song

Washes over me. A young boy looks curiously

As the car rounds the corner speeding away

The puzzled frown on his soft countenance.

I can feel the salt sea-breeze upon my face

Washing away the fatigue that clings to my nights

The waves call out as they crash to shore

Thundering against the rocks, hissing

And retreating into a deep azure sky

There by a beach a man stands alone

If he turns I know it will be you

I have dreamed of this day. But I don’t stop

I cannot stop. The car rounds the corner speeding me

Away. To a life far removed from yours.