One day people will touch and talk perhaps <br />easily, <br />And loving be natural as breathing and warm as <br />sunlight, <br />And people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted, <br />Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers, <br />Unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea, <br />And work will be simple and swift <br />as a seagull flying, <br />And play will be casual and quiet <br />as a seagull settling, <br />And the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder <br />or care or notice, <br />And people will smile without reason, <br />Even in winter, even in the rain.<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-dream/
