On Windy Days
On windy days alone he prays
For a brighter time those memories
All of those
Lime trees
Sunny days
Swarming bees
Golden haze
Life was rich
Life was there
He was there
So far
So far removed
He always cared
Thinking of
Dreaming of
Orange blossom
The bathers beach
Naked bottoms
Out of reach
Life was rich
Life was there
He was there
So far
So damned distant
Was he ever aware?
Copyright © Joanne Carty | Year Posted 2009
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