Of love and play and glee

I think I hear whispers,
coming from somewhere near by.
Little voices coming from
little ghosts, dancing like a sigh.

I think I see nymphs,
moving in the mists around me.
Lithe, and shadowed,
barely a chance to see.

I think I feel goosebumps,
crawling across my skin.
Like spiders and bugs,
trying to dig their way in.

I think I want to cry,
like a babe, lost in the wood.
Lonely and a little scared,
heart beating harder than it should.

I think I hunger for a meal,
if not more than a piece of bread.
Layered with sweet butter,
or perhaps some honey instead.

I think I need some drink,
to wash away this thirst.
Like a cup of warm rum,
or perhaps some wine first.

I think I like my dreams,
of love and play and glee.
Laughing and smiling on and on,
brings a better day for me.

I think I must wake up,
and come back to true life now.
Like work, and hunger,
and trying to survive somehow.

I think I want to leave this place,
to find some where more fun.
Leaving is all I can do,
so it's time to break into a dead run.

I think I may never come back,
to this life of hunger and pains.
Longing for sweet dreams again,
and ,perhaps, my sanity remains.