Singing day


Should it mean something that today

Felt like a dream?

Reflective like glass

Clear and precise

The colours of my white dress and pink scarf


Bright sunlight outside

Visibly warmer than of late

But also cool enough that my mind

Fell into the illusion of it all being real


Today, everything was singing

The swaying palm trees

The distant beach

Shimmered pale and blue

Buildings seemed pink to this new consciousness


I would not be duped into thinking

This was what my life had become

I would wait for the return of the nightmare

While floating with the sweet soothing current of today


Streets singing

Windows smiling as my reflection sails by

Air breathing with the relief

Dress billowing, hinting at and flirting

With the pale skin below



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