Paradiso.
In our faerieland where Bumbles have no teeth
The cigarettes grew from bushes
And the lemonade is always sweet.
You and I would walk along a row of birch trees
And kiss in the shadows of an old oak tree.
You would ask how I was but I wouldn’t need reply
For the shine in my smile and the scream in my eye.
Gamble with me and say “I knew thee well.”
For a person could be happy skating on the jaws of hell.
Comments