In wishing? I wish. If only I could fly. Across the seas of open spaces. Far
be on the seas that divide us. The green sea, the seas of grey and of blue.
To the lands of which my heart finds cause to search. In the ballads that of
which I sing. In the tune that leads me here. Under the clouds of forgotten
thoughts and dreams. To swim in the bliss of pools of verbal notion. If only
I could. If only I could. As the parting of the sea, be on to be washed on
the sandy shoreline. To unite in depth of transfusion in these Islands in
the sun. As coconuts sway growing in to palm trees reaching, to almost touch
the higher part of the sky. Only to look back down, to say, is anyone here.
In the clouds of hope. As the hot coffee spills on my leather shoes. And
runs to the city streets below. Another coffee, another day, and my heart is
far away. Its ANZAC day
Kindest of regards,
Sam www.MrMusicman.com
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