Sarah

Books open to page twenty-three,
But I’m not really reading,
I’m just staring at the words,
I’m letting my mind drift off to better times.
When laughter came so easily..

Return to me, Sarah, darling,
We’ll build a house, and live forever,
In a forest made of dreams and wishes,
They’ll never find us, ever.
They’ll never find us, ever.

Books open to page twenty-four,
I’m not reading, just staring at the floor,
And I’m thinking about you.
Books open to page twenty-five,
I’m trying to think of ways to survive,
Without you,
Without you,

Return to me, Sarah, darling,
We’ll build a house, and live forever,
In a forest made of dreams and wishes,
They’ll never find us, ever.

Return to me, Sarah, darling,
We’ll build a house, and live forever,
In a forest made of dreams and wishes,
They’ll never find us, ever.
They’ll never find us, ever.

© Saxon Drury-Godden, 05.