Nobody Knows You Slowly

You wear curled up boots

And smoke a slim cigar

You've got a ten gallon hat

And a Buick convertible car

But nobody knows you slowly

Nobody knows who you really are

You sell your soul for money

In half lit American bars

You dream of walks in moonlight

Under a night of silver stars

But nobody knows you slowly

Nobody knows who you really are

You stand to keep your time

Strumming a steel-string guitar

You’ve walked the golden line

Your music’s heard near and far

But nobody knows you slowly

Nobody knows who you really are

She saw you in the drive by

Thought how doubtful you are

She heard you at the movies

With your mournful la la lah

She wants to know you slowly

To find out who you really are

She wants to know you slowly

To find out who you really are

But nobody knows you slowly

Nobody knows who you really are

She wants to know you slowly

To find out who you really are

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Back Light & Egg Light

In too close

Too close to see the distance

Too close to appreciate the long view

As if in a time-lapse periodic table

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The daydreams were pink eggshells

The night dreams were duck egg blue

Love dreams were of pure white

The farmers morning sun shone bright

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Stand Back

In too close

Too close to see the distance

Too close to appreciate the long view

Decades, years and months

That are only captured in the briefest

Of photographic or postcard moments

Places whose constant presence

Occasioned only a fleeting glance

Family, friends and lovers

Whose seven waves

Washed only once over your shore

As if in a time-lapse periodic table

Thoughts, ideas and dreams

That float without fulfilment

As stars across the nights milky way

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Looking Up The Hill

Leafless tree

Sky; grey on burnt red

Friendly, face to face and cyberspace

Complimentary conversations

As the light rises

And the clouds drift

I gather my thoughts

And whisper an inner word of thanks

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Natural Light

At first he thought

It was a fairground attraction

A spectacularly lit, immense big wheel

He was not convinced, could it be a new 

Regenerative East-Coast sculpture

A beacon across the North sea

Illumination for our European neighbours

He drove on confused, until the penny dropped

It was a slowly rising moon

A vast globe of reds and oranges

A fascinating image that got him rushing

To the nearest vantage point

Yet, just as that unfulfilling full eclipse of the sun

He had witnessed stood on the outfall of Dartmoor rock

Those seemingly few years ago

This transitory light also failed to hold its glow

He was in love back then

He is in love again now

He would care to believe more of love

Than in the intermittent light of sun or moon

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