On All That Might Have Been
The world is full of might-have-beens where others may have gone,
Who dared to wish upon the star we never wished upon.
The places that we might have seen in dreams we might have known,
Were lost horizons far beyond the field we called our own.
Past fairylands we might have looked through looking glasses fair,
Where others were transported in the glance we couldn't spare.
And through the void we might have heard the music of the spheres,
Whose neverending beauty strained for someone else's ears.
The golden crown we might have worn adorns some other head,
The wisdom of the ages touches someone else instead.
And truest love we might have felt beats in some other breast,
And treasures that we never found fill someone else's chest.
For luck, or fate, or skill, or scheme that might have won the wreath,
Were left to those less mortal whom the powers would bequeath.
And we who might have dared to dream of all that might have been,
Go out at night and count the stars as ordinary men.
Ride with me this night, in dreams
On winged steeds of lore,
Ride the highest winds with me
On winged steeds of yore
Cross desert sands and fairy lands
Of Halcyonic lore.
Beyond the silent west, in dreams, are seashores far away
Where ships at rest with anchors fast, asleep in harbors safe at last.
Ride with me this night, in dreams, through realms of ancient lore.
Ride with me this night, in dreams, beyond the age of men.
Ride with me this night, in dreams,
In ages yet to come.
Through fairylands and desert sands and all that might have been.
Ride with me this night, in dreams, of seasons ever new.
Beyond the silent west, in dreams, there lies a peaceful shore
Where ships at rest with anchors fast, asleep in harbors safe at last,
Will stay forevermore.
Ride with me this night that old and long forgotten trail,
Winding through the beauty of that long forgotten vale.