On dreamer's hill I often sit, <br />And let the fantasies appear, <br />By gentle coaxing, the mind is lit, <br />With images so very clear. <br /> <br />I travel off to another time, <br />And browse amongst each fertile thought, <br />To find a dream that's of such prime, <br />Which all imagination's caught. <br /> <br />To unknown scenes, I sally forth, <br />Encountering people who there abide, <br />And whether it's of calmness or of wrath, <br />One never cares, one can simply glide, <br /> <br />Along in the dream which has constant flow, <br />For no action of mine can alter one mite, <br />The way I'm transported, and I never know, <br />On dreamer's hill, my next dream's flight. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-dreamer-s-hill/
