- Vol. 02
- Chapter 10
Somewhere Beautiful"I want to be somewhere beautiful."
You already are.
"Somewhere in the middle of a guitar
arpeggio, strummed by a Spanish peasant."
How noble, how clichéd.
In the centre of a Spanish arpeggio.
I want to be somewhere beautiful,
in the centre of an unsung arpeggio,
in the midst of swan feathers diving
to break the lake and still know of living.
To catch the sun on a diary page,
to burn forever and never fade.