"UV"

by Karen Smith
(MANCHESTER)

Whenever i'm tired, weary and drained,
my shoes all worn out, dirty and stained,
all the things that I fear are just making me lame.

When the thunder is shouting and calling my name
to go out and wonder through lightning and rain.

I'll sit by a window, fall deep into gaze,
slip far into distance of ultra cool haze.

Warm golden wheat fields,
my dog leaping free,
a moonlit white forest,
oh how I love snow!
a shower of diamonds, as through it I go.

Spring blossoms adrift
across candyfloss skies,
on the whimsical breeze
of an april twilight.

On my dapple grey horse, Im as free as the wind, as I pass
through a meadow abundantly green, as butterflies flutter
arising from blooms, sweet scents in the air, all lilacs and blues, such delicate pastels of yellow and lime, there's a teasing of polka dots sprinkling my eyes, although I can't see her, she rests in my dark, elusive, reclusive, my sweet violet grail.