People will touch and talk perhaps easily, <br /> And loving be natural as breathing, <br /> And warm as sunlight; <br /> <br />And people will untie themselves, <br /> As string is unknotted, <br /> <br />Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread <br /> Their fingers; <br /> <br />Unfurl, uncurl, like seaweed returned <br /> To the sea. <br /> <br />And work will be simple and swift <br /> Like a seagull flying; <br /> <br />And play will be casual and quiet <br /> Like a seagull sitting. <br /> <br />And the clocks will stop, and no - one <br /> Will wonder or care or notice. <br /> <br />And people will smile without reason, <br /> Even in the winter <br /> Even in the rain.<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-3/
