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” –