It’s a beautiful day of sunshiney haze


I’m stumbling through grasses that swirl round my knees


I look for the ribbons that herald my friend


She brings me fresh Hope and She brings me Chances


I bring old dreams that are weary and fading


Maybe today I can say what I’ve hidden


Maybe today She will listen and bloom.


Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Fil de Verre” –