Whatever I Fancy

Written during another stressful day at work many years back, another poem of mine depicting my longing for some reprieve from life's usual challenges.


Whatever I Fancy

The hands of time are racing for midnight;
By now the sun has made its way back home.
The darkness has spread its wings and took flight.
Swiftly, it swept across the sky alone.

As I trudge through the woods cloaked in stillness,
The fireflies flitted along with each stride.
I moved on unawares, my eyes listless,
Without a hint of the secrets I hide.

This world knows not whatever I fancy.
In the light of day, I showed not my face.
Nothing more I want than tranquility.
Hence, to be free from winter's embrace.
So there I will go where many stars dwell,
And tears are made into pearls as they fell.

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