Where I stand <br />The grass grows lush and long, <br />plain beneath my feet. <br /> <br />Across the way <br />Meadows roll with splendor blooming <br />Beauty explodes before my eyes. <br /> <br />I wonder then <br />What would it be like <br />To cross and stand on the other side? <br /> <br />With nervous heart <br />The first step slow <br />Then faster, running to see. <br /> <br />Ahead of me <br />The beauty I dream of <br />Draws closer, obscuring reality. <br /> <br />I am there <br />Living in the fantasy <br />Unmindful of the consequence for living my imagination. <br /> <br />I become aware <br />As splendor becomes ordinary <br />I find weeds mixed in the flowers. <br /> <br />Where I stood <br />Comes alive for me again <br />Glittering green, calling me home. <br /> <br />Memory awakens homesickness <br />A longing for plain lush long grass <br />The comfort and contentment of the familiar. <br /> <br />So I return <br />To find the grass shorn <br />Withered and browning from my lack of care. <br /> <br />Lamenting my neglect <br />Attempting to rebuild and revive <br />Against a storm of mistrust and wariness. <br /> <br />How to convince <br />That long lush plain grass to grow again? <br />Proving ever so much harder than to first coax to life. <br /> <br />Where I stand <br />I can see the meadow bursting <br />And curse the mirage that brought about my wreckage.<br /><br />Sydney Daniels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/other-side/
