We could
set sail for the new seas,
set sail for the winding road.
The trails and paths of dreams,
and the befallen star
shattering on the grass,
just a glance of morning dew.
And the sun is raised
before us, the winding road
stretches before us,
rises ready for the whenever
the sirens call with a song
which can be heard for miles
if one stops to listen.
We could, if you like,
take a look, talk about it
we could, I know we could
(11th May 2014)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
