Peter Three

You can sometimes squeeze, from each new way, a wish to live easy, God take me soon, my face washed grey, from hospital rooms, outside is a magnolia tree, love marks my day, lilac on the breeze, it's nothing new, she comes here to please, the wind goes boom, forges my frenzy, the bed's like a creel, I can smell the sea, sees sunlit avenues, Paris, Beirut, the East, this lightning news, in a place that creaks, I listen to the rain, turn to speak, what I want to say.