02-21-2022, 07:25 PM
When in the misty paradise
When in the misty paradise
of dreams you smile again,
and childhood’s rain,
its socks in puddles, shoes in drains,
playing at being in Great Britain -
falls, my Achilles -
my hand was small, and yours was big,
less Achilles, more Hercules -
you smile at me from far away:
why are you far away?
I’d rend everything I have in twain
to speak with you again.
When in the misty paradise
of dreams you smile again,
and childhood’s rain,
its socks in puddles, shoes in drains,
playing at being in Great Britain -
falls, my Achilles -
my hand was small, and yours was big,
less Achilles, more Hercules -
you smile at me from far away:
why are you far away?
I’d rend everything I have in twain
to speak with you again.