At a half a planets distance,
there would be the place we’d meet.
Blades of green would touch 10 senses
as they gave beneath our feet.
Half the perfect gin precedes the perfect cup of tea
And all the questions we abhorred
have taken place on the back seat.
Behold the notion peace.
Peace of mine and peace of yours.
Piece of home with open doors.
Flaws adorned and up at dawn
a glistened greeting’s all you saw.
It’s…
sort of like,
a good nights sleep,
or waking up with itchy feet.
Dancing as you walk the streets
and singing every word you speak.
Repeat after me.
I and I
And you and you
Know the truth
So here’s a clue.
When we hence meet in perfect blue,
us will be the world we choose.
