Kings Bridge

Saturday morning

Aeroplane

Excitement

Outpourings 

Of welled-up love

Stay close now

Now stay closer

Sunday morning

Bedroom

Beds push together

Infusions

Of welled-up love

Stay closer now

Now stay close

Semaphore

Still

Still waiting

Still hoping

Still longing

Waiting, hoping, and longing

Still

Still longing

Still hoping

Still waiting

Still

Waiting, hoping, and longing

Being here

Being there

Being anywhere

In between

Still

Still being here

Still being there

Still being anywhere

In between

Waiting here

Hoping there

Longing in between

Still

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Of The Truth

Between here

And there

There is beauty

That is

Between here

And anywhere

There is beauty

When the eyes of love

Are on the lookout

Between sky

And sea

There is beauty

That is

Between blue sky

And azure sea

There is beauty

When the eyes of a lover

Are on the lookout

Between pen stroke

And brushstroke

There is beauty

That is

Between the italics

And the faint wash

There is beauty

When the artists of love

Are on the lookout

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Sculpt

Some men

Would mould you in clay

Now, don’t

Get me wrong

I have thought about

Doing that very thing

But how

How to create

The third dimension

How to stand

The legs apart

Or better still to cross them over

And how

How to raise up

Or cup the breast

Before the coat lapels

Are stylishly

Overlaid

Also how

To gift those eyes

That enigmatic smile

As you turn

Ever so slightly

Towards me

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Verse And Chorus

I may be leaving

I don’t  really know why

Or for that matter when

Neither do I know where I might be going

I will remember

These flat lands

Which are really not flat at all

Say that again; really not flat at all

Yet, from the sea

Across the marshes, up through the fields

There is a chance of flood

Say that again; there is a chance of flood

I may be leaving

That time has turned around

The clock and I move on

Somewhere now must be the future

I will remember

These flat lands

Which are really not flat at all

Say that again; really not flat at all

Yet, from the sea

Across the marshes, up through the fields

There is a chance of flood

Say that again; there is a chance of flood 

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