I am only summer dreamy,
As the snow fills up the garden.
Sometimes it is important, to
Wander the banks of illusion,
Along the stream of consciousness,
Be able to escape reality,
Without direction from others,
Who would manipulate our dreams.
Arts are often informative,
Influential, pleasant even,
But when wrong hands control vision
Then we are taken into realms
Of fake escape, not true daydreams.
Be one of Sati’s dreamy fish,
Swim in a pool fueled by freedom,
Fed by pure imagination,
Driven by self instigation.
Allow boredom a little space,
Half close your eyes, now remember,
Clifftop walks in any weather,
This is the route to Xanadu,
Where you can truly walk with you,
Or anyone you choose to do.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 4th January 2021.