Tuesday 8 May 2012: The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
Bring me all of your
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
A bluebell-blossoming day. Bella in the morning. Writers group in the afternoon. Then a stroll through the sunny afternoon, a scoop of weird but wonderful ice cream (apricot wheat ale with candied Scotch Bonnet peppers). Ease of well being and a pang of sympathy for the person who left an old well-worn leather jacket, like an abandoned dream, lying by the curb.