It's A Debt Of Love And Poetry
It’s a debt of love and poetry, my friend,
a pilgrimage to peaceland.
From Kalauae to Mongibello
silent lava stones, oranges, jasmine
medlars and bouganvillaes levigated by time
dance on the rainbow with doves.
Children playing on the old square
throw in the air balloons and white gloves.
Where are my dreams if nobody listens?
Fire wraps water and mingles earth and sea
while dense vapours reach the blue sky.
Childhood memories I can still find in a
glass of milk and Gary's smile.