In my mind's eye
I see us walking barefoot
On a soft carpet
Of blue and gold
Through a forest
Of untold beauty.
A Unicorn drinks
From a crystal stream,
While happy rabbits
Play with siblings.
Bluebirds chirp
And multi-hued butterflies
Dance on a summer breeze,
Delicate fairies
Play sweet songs
On golden harps.
Suddenly;
A strident voice
Shatters the calm:
"Will you stop bloody daydreaming, and go put the trash out!!!!!"
Ah well, they do say marriage is an institution!
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Owain Glyn
