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One Day

One Day

Sometimes we allow life to pass us by and everything is deferred to that magical 
"One day when …"
One day when I meet that Mr Right
One day when my babies are out of nappies
One day when I have that degree, that job, that house
One day
When the earth is ploughed and turned,
The seed is sown,
The harvest stored
When rest is earned
We’ll make love in the gloaming
And lie for hours in the afterglow
The way we did not long ago …
And watch the sun’s slow silkiness steal across slumbering mountains
We will not slumber.
We’ll rise to catch the morning sounds of weavers in the undergrowth
And smell the dew upon the ground
And maybe we will take to watching birds with those binoculars that decorate our wall
or reading
Or sail across the bay to see the sharks’ frenzied feeding
Or take a slow boat up the coast
In and out and in and out
That
Would
Be
The
Most
wonderful thing
And drop the anchor and hear the lanyard and the rigging ringing on the mast
And lie
upon
the deck
and watch
a lazy cloud go past
The water
Lapping, lapping, lapping
at the hull
And not hear anything
except
the creaking
squeaking of the ropes
A screeching gull
One day
When the earth is ploughed and turned
The seed is sown
The harvest stored
Then rest is earned
And we will feed our weary souls on endless sunsets
If there is still some left to feed upon …
One day

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