I dreamed of a landscape in prussian blue and gold.
was it the castle at the top of the world
I wondered;
the one with towers of mother of pearl?
and was it the sky that was prussian blue.
I know that the road
was paved with sapphires,
that the trees were blowing.
say that the winds were prussian blue
and gold was the sheen of the wish to be there
it was stamped so clearly
for a child out walking.
you see the spires in the distance beckoning
and it seems to you
you will be there in no time
and that it shines it shines for you, you only
if the truth be told
of the dream landscape
in prussian blue and gold.
mary angela douglas 27 january 2016
was it the castle at the top of the world
I wondered;
the one with towers of mother of pearl?
and was it the sky that was prussian blue.
I know that the road
was paved with sapphires,
that the trees were blowing.
say that the winds were prussian blue
and gold was the sheen of the wish to be there
it was stamped so clearly
for a child out walking.
you see the spires in the distance beckoning
and it seems to you
you will be there in no time
and that it shines it shines for you, you only
if the truth be told
of the dream landscape
in prussian blue and gold.
mary angela douglas 27 january 2016
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