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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