could feet lie ,as the heart longs?

I once had a dream
Of a bright vast land under the summer sky,
There was a wooden bench ,old , torn and inviting
Grains of sand were seated there departing from the wind

I once had a dream,
Of a me on a wooden bench, watching the sand go by,
Few grains danced and teased the last leaf on a bark,
I am sure these games they played well before a last leaf was said,
Few grains would touch my eye and tease goodbye

I once had a dream,
Of land barren, cracked and hills of the dry,
I sat on a bench drowsed by the smell of the hot wind,
Marked by the miles of the land my feet sore to see,
Wander dust told my eyes tales of the cracked land and wood past,

I once had a dream,
Of a splendid day, so bright that my eyes would hide from the sky,
The land so brown and bare that my presence felt unwarranted,
The lone tree stood firm after the last leaf freed itself to the wind,
Oh the sand so majestic that I saw the truth through its eyes

Winds of the past played a song of the lost,
The specks of black and brown danced to the tunes of the wild traveler,
It told tales, of lands that died, of places that time couldn’t touch,
Of lives that waited for dawn and others that lied to the truth
I listened till the dusk cracked,my sun sadly will go down
As I lifted me from the bench,pulled my overcoat to the ears
For I paid my debt to the story teller by adding one tear drop
One tear down the dusty cheeks into the warm wind that now belongs to the stories