To Tad

My love is a fair and distant land,
Full of simple joys and exquisite pleasures.

She is at once exotic and yet familiar.
I count well-spent each hour I wander her territories.

How I long to explore her vast dominions,
How I yearn to delve into her mysteries.

My lips rejoice to speak her language,
But bitterly will my tongue form empty phrases,

For the urgency of routine has bid that I must quit her,
And return to the grey wasteland that is my home.