by grimbeau

‘Shake dreams from you pretty hair my sweet one choose the day choose the sign of your day…the day’s divinity
First thing you see a vast radiant blue beach in a cool jewelled moon
Naked scrupled women call us from the far shore
Though we are snug in the cotton wool of infancy
First thing you see
Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Meagre food for souls for
I’m telling you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn…’