Poetry

If ever I can travel on the road
that meanders the blue-green sea
it will be such a thrill that I would be happy
and I would probably see on the waves a passing boat
with sails billowing in the wind contentedly
but destiny has put on my shoulders an age-old load.
 
I would love to dance in the splashing rain
while lightning bolts thunders down besides me
like at a party with disco lights it would seem jolly
and I will see them flashing past again and again
while I felt from all obligations free
but my body is filled with a kind of terrible pain.
 
A rose opening in the morning at my door,
or a evening primrose welcoming the moonlight
would be quite a lovely sight,
would be something I could give to someone that I adore
but everything perishes as if cursed to death by the night
and so my garden is vexed forevermore.