off I went to the course
( day two of role play hell..)
but the sun and the warm and my new peach
coloured skirt helped.
The church bell tolled plaintively on the hour.
The subject matter was painful and
very close to my heart
so sometimes I escaped the melancholy of it all
by dreaming of an orange grove,
under a summer moon.
There,
I had a little menagerie of glass animals,
which sat on a tiny table.
At night under the ink blue sky
the stars fell like pear drops.
When morning came I sent pretty
little postcards across the world
with mysterious post marks on them.
On looking up,
there he was.
The man with all the promises
of life and our love
in his sea green eyes.
My hair ( a loose strand fell out from under the ribbon)
and gently, he brushed it back.
I looked out to sea
from the orange grove,
so happy,
I almost cried.
The church bell rang.
It was time for home.
Those images, they
smudged themselves,
across my waiting heart.
