Everyday Poems

If I could control my dream 

You would be with me 

In Cafe Lucca

On the corner of Rue De Bagnole

The waiter would hum

‘Love me do’ or Abba

As he brought us fresh croissants 

As the drizzle fell

We’d walk the Seine

Past jugglers and fire eaters 

And women carrying 

Small dogs dressed as children 

We wouldn’t be chased

Or trapped in a building 

And our legs would 

Never tire or give way 

We’d arrive at a beach 

With sand golden 

Then lie under a poplar tree 

Distant waves crashing 

We’d walk down the jetty 

And board the red boat 

And sit on the deck

Under the funnel’s shade

The boat would become a house 

With lavish bedrooms 

And we’d sleep between 

Fresh cotton sheets 

We’d awake to our children 

Wanting to share 

Sweets and chocolate and talk

Of their school day

And then I’d awake 

As you brought me a coffee 

To the sound of the Beatles 

On Desert Island Discs