It was a nightmare created by a mind of fatigue
I was in a hotel with you
Today was our last day in a pleasant town
The sea had been kind to us
It had shown us a reality
And how to really live
We were greedy for more
But here we were trapped in the deep passages
Of our temporary residence
We were trapped by legless people
In motorised wheelchairs
There was little or no room to move
And soon we became separated
Through no fault of our own
I managed to make it to the surface
It was raining after a week of sun
And the town looked ugly and dull
We still had a considerable journey ahead
I recorded my irritation and misery
And waited for you my lady my lady red
Towards the end of my confinement
I saw you sitting patiently on a blue settee
How beautiful and calm you looked
You instantly diluted my terrible dream
I stroked your golden hair and red wed dress
And although still much wounded
Felt able to move slowly forward unaided
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