Verge of a Dream: Two trails

In this daydream
Half way between rose
Mountain and the
Seven hills. Almost
To the end of two trails we
In this daydream
At the gate of the
Family farm unknown
To them, You were
Forged there in that
Struggle with little
Time for a
In the land there is
An understanding
That gives acceptance.
There we are in the
daydream, waiting,
Not rising until the
Sun, the air and
We are one.

RLB 03/31/2021