NIKKI, MY LOVE

I saw a dream for you Nikki; Perched on a mountain peak Kissed by the morning mist in lush countryside Where the babbling brook glides stands our house of brick white You drink the milk I milked fresh from the cow amused, watching me in the distance plough Day long, you wander and come home unrewarded In a bid to measure the expanse of open skies asking me innocently, “Who painted the skies so blue the sun in so many hues?” Tired having chased the lamb, frisky and cute, Having listened to the shepherd's flute, Galloping on your steed white You come back home to a night mute The wind rustles the stars are nude The moon comes down to become a pillow While you sleep on a stack of hay and willow But ... in reality, What I give you is: A match box flat in a concrete jungle of cement and steel Polluted water, powder milk Smoke and soot Trains with crowd as loot A tired sun, a pale moon neon lights, Dunlop pillows Don't be angry, my love my child, my Nikki I have given you a dream I will see it comes true.