Daydream Poem by Seamus O' Brian

Sunlight infusing green arbored stands

Pierced by the blue-fractured facets of sky.

Platinum gray, hang the Spanish moss strands

In a summering breeze that whispers and sighs.



Alone at my desk, impounded by stress

Through the window I gaze at bright August days

And long for the touch of summer's caress,

Fluttering the leaves, as the ivied-limbs sway.



From the window I turn to the work yet undone

The weight of my labors quenching the light

Of the shimmering gold of the late summer sun

Still, the siren song whispers of arboured delights,

And etches its verse where the mind cannot fight.