Monday, June 28, 2010

Irony


I used to wish …….
I’d meet someone like you
I didn’t know that heaven hid
In eyes of blue
I didn’t know that syllables
Could be intoxicating
Or poems and promises could be
Grounds for love and hating
I used to wish for silences
Comfortingly profound
Where warmth and beauty spread its cloak
In shadows on the ground
I used to wish for islands in the sun
I used to wish and now the dream has come
This day of days
Should be my gladdest day
But now that you’ve come
I wish you’d stayed away

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Janet Martin

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