I Will Wrap Up My Heart In The Red Scarf
¶ 1
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In the dew of his kisses I’ll travel
I will nest in the pouch of his dreams
I will rise beneath skies fused with thunder
I will sail upon blue sparkling seas
I will dance in the arms of St Nicholas
I will pull down the moon from her sleep
I will blend all the colours in rainbows
I will rest in the secrets of peace
¶ 2
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I will walk in the cool light of Monet
Catch the bloom of Redoute’s first rose
I will rise on the rumour of senses
As I talk with Napoleon’s ghost
I will carry the waters that freshen
From a cloud whose gentle rain bleeds
And be blown by the sweet breath of divinity
Like the moon on her ocean of dreams
¶ 3
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I will measure the deeds of my sentence
I will judge neither sinner or sinned
I will be what you ask of my history
I will slumber on liberty’s wings
I will conjure the phoenix of goodness
Take communion where sanctity feeds
I will wrap up my heart in the red scarf
And no one will steal it from me.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 (c) tobyjones 2nd january 2004
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