I met a kindred spirit once.
It's thoughts were so like mine.
We dreamed of peace, serenity
and long days filled by wine.
 - and roses too and all things good
where nevermore was hate,
or greed or war or thoughtlessness.
 - even kindness was never late!
We let our thoughts combine as one,
we built a perfect treasure!
A world so filled with happiness
each day was met with pleasure!
We dreamed and soared upon the clouds
within our private heaven
and knew just how to cure a world
with measures that would leaven
 - all and make things fine,
we danced along the sunbeams
and did the starlight mine.
Alas, somehow our perfect state
was duly lost in time
and only now and then do we
recapture it in rhyme!