If thoughts
were carried on scented winds
And prayers
were caught by candle light,
If love
was found under seaside rocks
And dreams
fell ripe from honey trees,
If faith
was kept afloat, gliding,
in a green canoe,
and fish knew
our given names
and how to let us go,
and if life
was more than a teardrop
clinging,
briefly,
to a smile
and if wars were fought
with lollipops and laughter
and our children
never cried,
would we still need
those 'good books'
and rainbows in the sky?

Sailing to windward

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