Oh Jesus i’m tired, tired of trying
Trying to control certainty in unpredictability
Give me fantasy
All that i want i have
Let me live in fantasy
All the pleasure i can dream is mine
I will follow the instincts and intuition of my
omnipotent heart and only my omnipotent heart
And live
On this beautiful summers ene
I fall on a bench along the quay and sun myself,
letting the water wash over me,
with the crows cawing loud in the trees.
Heavens this moment in time,
where a heart once wearied now finds ease
Credits
Inspired by a poem found on the Gasworks Bridge Clonmel, by Charles J Boland feb 1892
image Dawn by Alice Popkorn. Flickr.com
