City of life

The River of Life c.1805 William Blake 1757-1827 Bequeathed by W. Graham Robertson 1949 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05887

The River of Life c.1805 William Blake 1757-1827 Bequeathed by W. Graham Robertson 1949 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05887

In a city where roads are rivers

People carry their hearts in their hands,

They float as if they were one

With the rivers that are never dry

They have the kind of love

Coming from a heart always open,

A heart as gentle as the waters.

 

In a city where roads are veins

Linked to the heart of the universe,

People are never tired, nor old

The sun would always shine

Taking its light from people’s eyes

The music would always play

Taking its melody from life itself.

 

In a city where bridges are rainbows

People are at home everywhere they go

Rivers are kind and hearts are warm

The rain would make people dance

The winds would be the breath of life

The clouds would be storytellers

The skies would be life’s open gates.

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