2 May 2011

Holy Days

Holding hands
Off we sailed
Through the honey sea
Under a salty moon.
Sneaking between sunny sulfur
And laughing flowers,
We danced with green clowns.
We made blue love
In pink courtyards
And built simple completeness
With thieves and butterflies.
Holding hands
We came back
Filled with sweet nonesense
And magic raindrops,
Praising those holy days
When our infinite journey began...