I am tired of living

A mortal life

With mortal pains

And mortal worries.

I wish for more than this.

And so I dream

Of far-off lands

And people who care

For me like they do not

In my mortal reality.

Their eyes follow me attentively,

(they watch me graciously,

aiming to welcome and accommodate)

As if there is something almost

(dare I say it?)

Ethereal to my mundane

Existence

For that is all my mortal life is—

Existence. Day-to-day survival

Which is occasionally punctuated

By opportunistic encounters or

Perhaps flickers of creative flair.

That does not apply here

(where the trees bend to welcome me

and the brook's fairies greet me, smiling;

where I am not ignored but

appreciated and accepted by all)

Not here; for mortal rules do not apply.

Age and suffering cease to exist,

While love is rejoiced, not confined nor admonished

Many beings and spirits here

Do not love based on the societal concept of

'Gender'.

(we are not trapped here)

It is far more often the case that

We fall in love with a person's soul.

Hence it does not matter

Whether I fall in love with

The hazel-eyed girl

(for I won't be dismissed as silly or whimsical)

Or the golden-haired boy.

(because we can find beauty in anyone we choose)

Such trivial issues are mortal;

And therefore, inconsequential here,

For here, in this dream world

Of mythology and immortality,

I can be free.