Treasure Island

STANLEY PACION

(Chicago, Illinois USA)

Some Thoughts


Well how do I say it?

Thinking about you makes me want to run,
Run, run, run, then spin and spin,
Spin through a revolving glass door,
And spin so much that when I exit,
Leave the compartment-pressure within the whirling pivot,
I am laughingly dizzy and fall to the floor.

I want to run until I reach the place
Where once your favorite oak tree grew
And meet you there and kiss, kiss, kiss,
Until the earth itself relinquishes its ghost strength,
And you and I forever young and merrily into the woods,
Playing endless games of hide and seek,
Falling over and over, and once more,
Once more into each others arms again.

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013
Edited: Sunday, October 20, 2013

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