It’s the stuff of love stories
A box on a façade…
With a door of a particular hue
Leading to an altogether different view.
Decorated by age and adorned with a tangled trail of vines
This little escape hints at sweet nights of adoration
Sitting somewhere above the world below
And just beneath the eaves and stars
It’s a retreat from the world inside
A sanctuary among the clouds
Where you can kiss the wind
And sing with the swallows.
Like a geckos glued to a wall
Awkward and lilliputian in size
Juliet's balconies boast a time of dreams
...of love lost
...and love found.
...and love found.
Frannie xx
© 2014 Francesca Muir
