Maria

I can sometimes squeeze, from each breath taken, a moment that's easy, that makes me swoon, face washed happy, in hospital rooms, outside is a magnolia tree, cars mark the way, sunlight hangs on trees, they’re playing my tune, forget about holidays, the surf goes boom, passion feeds my frenzy, my bed is a creel, below me’s the sea, dance on golden avenues, the lake at Geneve, I’ll bear my good news, the house timbers creak, I even kneel to pray, sometimes turn to speak, love is what stays.