Dreaming of Babylon
Kicking empty beer cans,
Down desolation roads.
Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.
Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,
Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.
But Babylon still awaits.
Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand.
Copyright © Paul Martin | Year Posted 2017
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