Day Dream
by
Alfred Seymour John Tessimond
One day people will touch and talk easily perhaps,
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight,
An people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted
Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,
unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,
And work will be simple and swift
as a seagull flying,
And play will be casual and quiet
as a seagull settling,
And the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder
or care or notice
And people will smile without reason,
Even in winter, even in the rain.
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