16 July 2012

I will put in my box, The roar of a lion as loud as thunder, A lamb feeding from the meadows, The annoyance of my irritating brother.

I will put in my box, A tree whispering to me, The last voyage of Drake, And the first plays of Shakespeare.

I will put in my box, A thirteenth month and a sixty first second, An astronaut juggling, And a clown on the moon.

My box is fashioned from ice, gold and gems, With dream clouds on the lid and promises in the corners, The hinges are the teeth, Of a terrifying tiger.

I shall horse ride in my box, Across a huge field of gorgeous green grass, Then trot onto a farm, As peaceful as a deserted room.

MonteCarloThe Magic Box • Opuss № I