Retreat Poem by Barry Middleton

Somewhere a cottage painted white,
that sits nearby an ebon stream,
is waiting in a misty light,
that all the pain of life redeems.

I've only seen it in a dream,
a dream relieving every plight.
But is it real, or does it seem
a frail illusion in the night?

Somewhere a cottage painted white,
a sun that makes the waters gleam,
awaits to make the darkness bright,
to save me from an evil scheme.

I've only seen it in a dream,
but it may be within my sight,
or such the fantasy must deem,
that I entreat with all my might.