The writer’s dream

We could live happy
In a warm house by the sea,
With a grey donkey.

To keep us warm, cats,
A fire in an old chimney,
And your hand in mine.

We could write stories
Of dragons, magic and love,
Where dreams can come true.

We’d have a brown cow
And fresh eggs from our henhouse.
Such a quiet life!

The shinning apple,
As sole sign of modern times,
blogging texts online.

Wouldn’t it be nice
To build this life together
Of writing and love?