Unattainable Dreams
by Frank Watson
Alone in the woods
I play the guitar,
Mind wandering
To the palace
At the top of the hill.

Shaded beneath
The chestnut tree,
I rest from the gaze
Of the sun and bathe
In the wooded scent.

Clouds come quick
From over the hill,
Plump like the vegetables
In a garden
I once owned.

It’s dark and the drizzle
Begins to sink in;
I put away my guitar
And head for the bottom
Of the hill.




All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013