I’d like a light thought in a dark day
The sort that you can linger in,
A thought to dip your toes within
A point to put your finger on,
A glinting dream, a glad migration
A merry moment of the mind,
A pier without an edge
A cliff without the climb;
A thought to pick out of my pocket
And throw out on the path
The sort that breeds where e’er it grows
I’d like to pick up one of those
