by Steve King
© 2013 All rights reserved
(Note: I was honored recently by being invited
to present “Address to a Haggis” at a
celebration honoring Robert Burns.
In the process of preparing “…Haggis”
I flipped through many pages of his verse. Brother Burns’ poems are among the most musical ever written. His song and tenor are infectious. Here’s something of mine specifically in
honor of him.)
Dreaming
of something, O what could it be…?
Dreaming
of candles and music and thee.
Thinking
of fences I might look beyond,
someone
to favor, so pretty and fond.
Dreaming
of no place that I’ve ever been;
dreaming
of journeys that never will end;
of
visions to grasp all I’ll want to see;
dreaming
of someplace that you’d go with me.
Wondering
how every dream comes to pass;
trapped
in these habits that hold me so fast.
Can
I soon undo all I’ve now become,
and
follow my dreams so we may be one…?
Dreaming
of something, O what could it be…?
What
others call joys are trifles to me.
No
need for fences for I’d never flee,
nor
seek far favors, once you’ve come to me.
