Pink Delight.

Pink Delight

If the water was just a playground for the mirrors child
i think i might be able to swim
up the river
to give
a bounty
load of rum
a kiss
delivered
through the dust stream
where'd we meet
was it the hall of travelors
the guild of heros
who have walked enough raods
to know
which way the wind blows
picking up the patterns that are hiding
in the leafs
suddenly finding
its easy
real easy to pick out the signs
you know that spring is a season thats kind
to anyone that likes to fly kites
across the street
take a boat down the stream
under secret sounds
rushes through the weeds
just a handfull of rice
will stop the capsize
over flies
over dare do
to the end of the stream
a promising sky
of pink blue and white
reminds me of my favourite colours
the colour of sheperds delight
we three
red yellow and green