If Only In A Dream To Wake Poem by Captain Cur

Awakened still in slumbered thought
Webs of memory gently caught
Enchanted visions by a stream
And this my recollection seemed.

Fair of skin and slightly blushed
She'd stroll and all the mushrooms hushed
whispering under their canopy
I hope today she will pick me.
The grandest meadows seemed alarmed
Swaggering with enticing charm,
Rolling gracefully as they'd sway
Staggering colors on display.
The raven balanced on his wing;
The crow would caw but never sing
Atop the tall oak stood amid
The fields, the streams, the granite ridge,
On the ridge the eagle glared,
His presence fierce, his watchful stare
Then swoop down on his lowly prey,
Then scoop them up and fly away.
Below that mighty wall of stone
Streams meandering toward their home
That carved and cut the mighty earth
Rambling steadily through the dirt.
Bright mountain snow as soft as felt
Would cling together then they'd melt
And greet the rivers with their flow
Moving swiftly from high to low.
And she would bathe in those warm streams,
And sleep and wake within a dream,
If only in a dream to wake
A fairy can enchant a lake.
If she should catch a robin's eye
That darted quickly through the sky
Then gently landing on her young
Teaching them their native tongue,
She'd stand and listen very long
To learn the meaning of that song
And then repeat the sounds she'd heard
And she'd become that blue winged bird.
While melding with the sky of blue
The outline of the moon bled through
A pale opaqueness to its light
But knew that soon it would shine bright.
Each day she'd wander through the woods
With earth tone eyes beneath her hood;
Those eyes that seemed a world away,
Those eyes with hints of blue and gray.
And she would call the morning showers,
And gently stroke the blooming flowers,
And all the beasts would come to call
Gathering round her in the fall;
For these were her favorite months
With squirrels and chipmunks gathering nuts
For soon the winter winds would blow
But she felt neither heat nor cold.
She'd slowly slip into the pond
Serenely floating with the swans
And they would turn their long white necks
And watch the falling crystal specks.