Sometimes experience sits on the edge of reality

The moment resonates with unknown  frequency

This time i will remember till the end of my days

Both these beautiful  eyes focused on me?

How the hell did I get into this?

I don’t believe in luck because luck doesn’t believe in me.

This cant be real, I must be asleep?

That’s it! I worked this out, it must be a dream?

She’s Kind, intelligent, pretty and petit

The girl next door, innocent and sweet

Way too good for the likes of me

A metaphor worthy of her doesn’t exist

I could say she was like a summers day

Both more lovely and more temperate

But The words pale into insignificance

When my eyes look upon her face

A summers day could never compare

Where i’m from, summers still a world away.

This feels like a good dream, to good a dream to be for me

I don’t know what to think, how to act, what to feel

This Californian Girl is tangible, she’s beautiful. She’s real

Her smile warm’s this bitter English winter

Which has raged for all too many years

This ice just melts at the merest thought.

She will be mine.

Clark French


About clarkfrench

Diagnosed with MS on the 19th of August 2010 I have started Bloging to raise awareness for MS and cannabis in general. I have some great friends and family and have had lots of support from local MS charities. I have had articles written about me in a local and national papers, national news websites and conducted various radio interviews on BBC radio and private radio stations. I appeared on national television for channel 4 and the BBC. I want to help other people who have MS I want them to realise how much difference cannabis can have to their life.

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