special

the poppy milk in coffee

in the morning

clouds as beautiful as they used to be

and cigarettes with that coffee

and the sun

just a little

shining off my window sills

and a pub somewhere and

beer

and the weight of the world playing

tricks on me

and the poppy fields in my mind

with the red and the green and

the black

and the cigarettes to go with that

and the love

that love

that takes it all in and gives no

thing back

in the sunlight of the morning

in the moonlight of my night

and the coffee and the poppy and

the cigarettes

your smile

the kiss

the sky the clouds the rain

the bliss

the nearness of a wonder in

disguise

and my humble heart to beat

and take it in

made by someone very special.