Bella

Just one fervent wish, begs for three missed days, love is a spilled dish, spoken in bars on ‘phones, it brooks no delay, light holds a glassy tone, a bed within the mission, lemon trees in gentle rain, stack together each issue, no talk of prison bones, dollars can’t allay, we are long becalmed, listening out for wind, wishing for children’s praise, rolling stones without sin, in late spring’s clothes, our life rocks this way, a boat that sails alone, got to see her again.