With a steady breath I’d lazily lie,
There’d be no gasp, there’d be no sigh,
Nothing to disturb, my heart and mind.

And so I could just rest with ease,
Doing exactly as I please,
Leaving my stressful life behind.

This moment would be such rapturous bliss,
And one where I could reminisce.
But it's just impossible to find.

Ernestine Northover

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impossible-10/