In the half light on the canal side
Stevedores away for the weekend
Your footstep slips into the silence
The fog breathes, on one, long, clear view
For your eyes to sparkle, before the
Breeze block pallets, laid one on another
In the night light on the arm link side
She slipped away for the weekend strip
Soft dreams back out of the half-shades
The nip in the air is elsewhere burnt
On the log fired embers; the sea rushes over
Our pebbles and sand, over our pebbles and sand
The ginnel leads out into full light
The street falls over the pavement
Hold on, we are uncovered in all ways
