A Dream Space Of The Mind
I do not have a dream space
as do other people I know.
My dream space
is not a room,
nor could it ever be
despite the richness,
or tastefulness,
or simplicity;
or style,
or colour scheme,
or tidiness,
or untidiness;
or love attention
that had been lavished
upon this artificially
constructed space.
Where I would rest
relax rejuvenate myself
upon the close of day.
To me home is where
I hang my head
any clean restful dwelling
can serve this purpose.
Perhaps this
is a side effect
or residue
by product,
of travelling across
the world and back
several times, when
young to a certain degree.
But mainly
this is a love
of natural
unspoilt wilderness,
an appreciation
of great spirit
that invests
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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