WILD THYME

There is a bridge for me
Somewhere
I just need to go there and,
Sit myself down
For a while

And though my memory can't
find it
My heart knows it well, every
Last nook and cranny
Of this paradise dell

It journeys tall flowers and
they garnish it fine
Scabiosa, yellow poppies, pink
foxglove, wild thyme

And my bridge, it leads nowhere
From nothing at all
Has no safety net for there's no
real fall
There'll be no one to greet me
And this suits me just fine
I just need to go there
Sit down for a while

M P 18/8/21