Bolanistic Morn
T’was at dawn
Riding high above
An aforementioned white swan
It was not I who the swan was a carrier
But an elf like wizard the electric warrior
No sounds from this swan did I hear cry
But a Stratocaster scream
And bright dawn colours in the sky
His smile became sun
His hair the clouds
Music filled the air
And possessed the crowds
* © Copywrite Stephen Luff 2009
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