Glastonbury Dreamland

The wooden beads and metal Mesh draped over my hand,

This is my memoir of the Glastonbury Dreamland

The endless party, and over looking Egypt once again

Why do I feel so much pain?

I wish I was back there, amongst all those happy, careless people

All those colours is the dance tent

Pink, Yellow, Purple

I wish I was resting at the stone circle.

I wish I was spending a moment with my dragon, escaping from the sun, with no one.

I Danced and danced to Seb Fontaine

I was in heaven again, playing this dangerous game…

We saw a poor unfortunate man

Who at his tent, had an accident

His arms all bandaged, face all burnt

His Gas Stove exploded

(But he was still up for a laugh, forgetting about the Blast).

And after our little rave, we floated over to the Other Stage

Where reunited with our friends and my lover

What can I say?   REM – Really Emotional Memory

I couldn’t keep my eyes off this famous band

It was absolutely AMAZING.  The Best I have ever seen.

Sunday night was perfect at the end of the day

When some one took my breath away…

I know I was sad and Longed for my Bed,

And I know I was tired and out of my head,

But now I am home an eerie reality hits me hard.

I don’t want to work and have to answer the phone

I don’t want to be home.

My home was a canvas sheet in a field in Avalon

I was out in the open air and the weather was fair.

And now I have showered and washed my hair – I feel clean – But I don’t care

I Miss Glastonbury!