on a perfect day,
in a perfect world.
clouds would gather white and grey
waves would roll high and
mighty, then crash the shore with raging beauty
old men on bikes would
peddle past, then leave
their wheels on gable ends
a mountain side lake would hold one lonely lily
gulls would glide, past
mountain sides, with wings spread wide in
perfect shape
doe eyed donkeys would
walk in ruins
the sun would throw daggers from rain darkened clouds
grass riddled roads would
lead to the sea, where
clinker built boats would
guard hidden harbours
a pair of white swans would flirt in dark waters
perfect wild roses would wait by the road side, and
sad easter lillies would gather to mourn
and on this perfect day
in this perfect world, I would be alone
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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