Unspoken: The Anthology

There It Is

There's a dream down in Willison Shire.
Thicket trailing the well-trodden grovel aisle,
And the clouds disappear from the fairytale scene,
They won't disturb the bride's chance to live her dream,

There's a past down in Solandis Fields.
Where surly shrubs have forgotten the green,
And the resentful sun breaths down her neck,
She dreams of the day she will be wed.

There's a future down in Elysian Coast.
Waves receding in time with the champagne toasts,
And as the sand glows blue under starry night,
They revel in their awaited first kiss as wives.