The Tunnel

The Tunnel

It was the start of a tunnel
I had his hand to hold
An unknown deep wet tunnel
Underground,I wondered if we would find gold

I wasn’t looking for the holy grail
Or the book of life or death
Maybe I would find some carvings
And a glowing light ahead

There was a mystery of bones and pottery
You could almost smell the activity
Ghosts of prisoners in secret cells
Ghosts of priests in sanctuary ringing church bells

I wondered if there was a tunnel
From England to all over the world
First,I would go to Paris
Smell the wine and cheese from below

Dreams of fresh bread,crossiants,yogart
Sitting in the park
Visiting galleries of modern and classical art

I would go to Rome
The smell of pizza and gelato
Bigger and better than home
I would find a secret opening
In the Vatican City
Walk around and pray,the air so soft
The angels so pretty

Could there be a tunnel to Australia?
Could there be a shuttle to the land of sunny air?
The smell of barbecues and burning wood
Bouncing kangaroos,collecting kindling like
Red riding hood

Maybe we could go the beach
Do some surfing and caving in all heats
Go to a zoo and see koala bears
Take photographs of travellers from all over

We could go to Tasmania
See a Tasmanian devil,a possum,a bird
Go walking on Wellington Mountain
Look at the stars and do some counting

Where would we go next?
Back through the tunnel to Hong Kong
See beautiful buildings and live like we are young
Eat sweet and sour and look on markets
For satin and yarn

We would find a black hole
And find the world of the blue sunset
Sit there and watch,the stars like purple dots
Fields of pink that make your whole body sink
Martians with really white teeth
Smiling at you,how lovely,how sweet!!!