David Burt - An Anatomy of Hallucination

Poem


	Joyce
	I see thee as a single rose In the gardens of my mind Tall and white with a crimson tinge And sweet petals so defined. I see thee as the rose of Peace The rose of unity and love The symbol of my contentment My Kismet from above.
	I see thee as a beacon That shines forth a friendly light I see thee as my own true love And to thee my troth I plight. From this day and for ever more We shall walk, your hand in mine Through the highway and the byways Whilst our spirits intertwine.
	I see thee as a kindred spirit Full of love for your fellow man I see thee considerate in your speech Whilst doing all you can. It’s in the garden of my mind Where I can most clearly hear your voice The unkempt garden of my mind Grows a rose that I’ve named JOYCE.

	Joyce (Audio)