In the clear

June lighting of a

Sunday morning she lies



A soundless dream 

Blows into her sleeping head



The way she

Drops from her chaos

And slides to his smiling



A warm wet summer breeze blows

Into her lying down head

The water, veil

Under the unminding sky

Now she lies

Innocent and still

Between two grains of sand



Nothing is there but white sun

The silent tide holds her softly

Only the waves last forever

She's only a watercolour



Nothing is there but white sun

The silent tide holds her softly

Only the waves last forever

She's only a watercolour