On the edge of everyday beauty
Seen through the tree at the end of its leaf
See your smile, an endless beauty
On your face; here for all of time in sans serif
Blues and greys and golden silvers
A backcloth to the silhouettes of youth
Back again in bud by springtime
The bloom of you in boundless truth
Still the skies on Monday mornings
Factories have died to far off plans
Arise my man in deep mid winter
Think again of summer’s strands
See your smile, still in wonder
Games to play with strings and band
