Lyrical

In this moment, I am in a sort've dreamland.
Sometimes it takes days to leave this state of my mind,
but I never leave it intentionally.
I wish I were here to stay always.

And, when in this state of mind, I hear Simon and Garfunkel sing in my ear
"We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight," I marvel at it for far too long,
and quite suddenly
I am there. It is nice to be here, or maybe there.  
I wish you were here or there, as well.