On a clear day


On a clear day the purple haze
Lifts up above the world
And I run out of the door
Afraid that I shall miss
The grand vision of harmony.

The hills are alive
With the sound of music.
Girls swirl, tangle and twirl
As I fall in love with the dance.
My Lord, please give me a chance.

The multitude of daisies lay 
On the ground where I pray
Thanks to a bending knee 
Just for me to see 
A chair for a bee.

ROMA, 1 12 2013