Paradise of Strangers

Thoughts upon a park bench.

I sat back on a mall bench dreaming,
amid crowds of humanity streaming.
A flitting smile danced upon my face,
my thoughts ranged some other place,
where in sun and fun it is always spring.

Through a skylight sun is streaming,
I sit where the rays are gleaming,
warmed with thoughts of your embrace;
on a mall bench dreaming.

Bemused, I relax in this space
while life continues its hectic pace.
With your smile I am a King,
a bird knowing not but to sing.
All is peace, I occupy this space,
on a mall bench dreaming.