No Country of Romance
Blue skies over Amsterdam reveal a kingdom far from clean.
As we do the best we feel we can in an attempt to make true the dream.
For this is no country of romance and not a single tulip did I see.
Yet in truth there was the freedom we had been promised.
Simply a freedom hidden behind a wall of demon-like stares.
It seems as though its so hard for anyone to care in the place.
Its as though no one is really ever there. As the ghost of memories
Wavering runs her fingers through my hair I know that I was there.
If only it were my form that bore the storm my soul was loosened from the
Constrictions of its self knowing - yet I wish I had the ability to show you
Through an expression of wonderment all it is you mean to me.
More than the Blue skies of Amsterdam and more than the deepest sea
Regardless of its treasures concealed. For within any relationship there are
Pleasures to be sought and lessons to be taught as there are revelations revealed - I try not to get caught up in it all
But it is for you that I have fallen. And now upon my knees I'm asking of you
To set sail your soul upon the breeze of un known whisperings melodic.
poem by David Lacey
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