JUST ANOTHER STORY

With your heart buttoned up tight
And your soul scrubbed to transluscence 
You tip-toed around mountains
And visited the sand and sea
Contained in your selfness
And at ease in your skin
You glided without leaving footsteps
With the grace of angels
Perhaps a church organ and choir
Vibrated in the air
But the world moved on
At a less sedate rate of orbit
And sadly
It would not 
And could not
Wait

                                 By Phil Roberts