The Inner Me || Wattys 2017

An hour of serenity

a sea full of roses?
not red ones just white,
or an autumn day,
much saffron quite?

running around in circles,
like mad men aged five,
or to see the world beneath,
in the turquoise water a dive?

a long stroll? just less strange,
until the sun sets,
tints of that beautiful sky,
blue followed by dark reds.

what is it for you?
lights a spark and those eyes shine,
all pale and new,
you're so alone yet so fine.

this feeling of when,
your palms they know it's right,
a perfect breakfast?
Or a jog for a mile.