Of Thee Poem by Duard Cabral

i dream of thee
of cloudnine and sweet honeybees
of golden sunrise and cool morning spree
of bright sunny day and mushy sundae
of long prairie walk and cheerful talk
of birds chirping and singing like glee
of flowers dancing and trees swaying all free
of vast horizon and insightful vision
of clear, calm and sparkling blue sea
of lullabies and delightful nights
of silver moonlight under the old tree
but i ask thee,
why should i be? ...


_(sept.04 2011)