Vagabonds and Dreamers

Layered between orchards and beaches
There is a winding mind running through
currents and gusts,
Past little hollows of thoughts
And old stone memories chiseled
by looping blue rivers.
It is faintly tinged by human hands;
A gossamer white of year’s gone by.
It is a mind haunted by loveliness and twilights,
Making daisied fields and seas gone wild,
Dispensing grace and hospitality
To generations of vagabonds and dreamers.