Monday 16 February 2009

Another Place


And so it began
the days end
as sunset sherbet in the sky
hours tick tocked their way to an end

To be in another place
Where the sea meets the sky
across the horizon hints another life
calls the crash of the waves

As the freesias in the vase on the mantle
sing sweet scents into the air
feet head to the bottom of the stair
draw curtain and bolt the door
curl the cat on the rugged floor

turn up the flame from the candle wax
And hearth the fire in the grate
The Day is ended and all is lost
Safe in the homely house I know so dear
As outside the light grows dim
And the moon rises in the ink black
I long to be in another place

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