A Memory

A vision in mind, a dream in my eye and a map in my hand,
Never to return, I set off on a journey to the Promised Land.

A cottage, a hammock, stars strung together in a garland,
And the boisterous sea being calmed by the silent sand.

Bereft of any strain of cacophony and also the resulting din,
A place where serenity abounds, unbothered by any sin.

Peaks, Valleys, en-route, a river teasing its embankment
Mere milestones, I moved on, ignoring their enticement.

Then as the Heavens burst open, trundling off my chosen path,
I entered a hut promising little but shelter from nature’s wrath.

Through the tiny window of the tiny shack, I could finally marvel
At the very peaks, valleys, the magnificence of the humble hovel.

With the rain long gone, in the glistening sunlight I stood divided,
Heart set on abundant tranquil, of the vision the mind reminded.

Armed with Reasons galore, the mind battled with logic sound,
Fighting a losing battle, the sail of my heart’s protest ran aground.

Map firmly in the hand, the flame of the journey was rekindled,
Though with a memory in heart, the vision was a bit muddled.

Now at the Promised land, the stars still formed a pleasant sight,
Yet the sea was but restless and the sand, now, deafeningly quiet.

The vision had become real, but this reality, now, was not the vision,
No match for the calm once felt, the expanse mocked me with derision.

Besotted by the etched image, eyes craved to revisit the sight once seen,
With no option but to close them, I wondered at what could have been.