Each way, or all ways
Setting out across the sands
Watching out for the tide
Noticing the footprint impressions
Which somehow seem
To amplify the power
As it is
With the holding of the hands
Also to share kisses and whispers
Solid stone, early summer sun
The day of the FA Cup Final
An early morning take-off
Or a previous evening’s flight
From a life of a restricted existence
Where will the road go now
It would be easier to let you in
Than to climb those aeroplane steps
To travel to a land so so far away
It is in the writing where the words
Break through the surface, to allow exploration
Among the blank lines of potential verse
It is in the writing where the thoughts
Burrow into the darkness, as if
Being underground helps to see the light
Would it be easier to let you go
Rather than to climb those aeroplane steps
For a journey to a land so so filled with love
