Anemoia's Landscape | Sydney Lader (11)

Anemoia’s Landscape

I dream of a life I have never known,

To stand on seeds in a soil I’ve never sown. 

Away from the Cleveland grey and the snowy slush,

To a world filled with scenery so vast and lush.

I crave a sandy shore where the sun hangs low,

Where the tan, happy people come and go.

Surely, the bitter bite of the winter air,

Is a ghost of a memory, lost elsewhere.

No fluorescent lights or a sedentary nine-to-five,

Just the sounds of birds to make me feel alive;

To abolish the screens and live unplugged,

I long for a place where I can live unbugged.

I seek a place with a peace that feels like home,

Next to an ocean lined with sea foam.

An island of glass in a sea of blue,

Where the to-do lists fade and the soul is anew.

I know the rain will eventually fall,

That sorrow will still answer when tragedies call,

But beneath a sky so vast and bright,

The heaviest shadows would feel more light.

So I dream of this place where my heart can be free,

Between the horizon and Anemoia’s sea.

A world unfamiliar, serene, and deep,

A promise my spirit is longing to keep.