Singing songs and changing places

That day on the downs

The day at the races

The silks and the gowns

And pretty boys faces

Singing songs and changing places

That day on the downs

The day at the races

Always in the name of love

Always love, this life of love

That day on the coast

The day of fair embraces

Up and down the fair surrounds

With loose and untied shoe laces

Singing songs and changing places

That day on the coast

The day of fair embraces

Always in the name of love

Always love, this life of love

That day of the rising sun

The garden covered in dew

The days of so much fun

And our love so oft renewed

Singing songs and changing places

That day of the rising sun

The garden covered in dew

Always in the name of love

Always love, this life of love

Singing songs and changing places

Singing songs, always with smiling faces

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Pete

Aren’t I awful

Drizzle cake

Chocolate cake

Pete, can you get the tea

It’s done with love

All done in the name of love

Camping in the car, oh dear me

Pete, who’s at the door, can you see

Says she doesn’t know much

Then quotes to me Innisfree

Pete, she says she’s not so bright

Then talks of Masefield, by the sea

Another glass of wine

Pete, please, for Kate and me

And a Boddingtons for Christopher

Fanciful, fanciable, fancy free

Aren’t I awful

I’ve missed the football

I’ve slept since half-past-three

Pete, who wants some more, can you see

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Justice lies wandering

Angst

Amid the scream of anger

The pain

Of growing up

The pain of being or becoming

A grown up growing up

Always in the past

Shit

That fucking stuff

Which brings regret

Awkwardness which opens

All those darkened doors

Too far away

And far too close

To see or to feel the love

Tears

And misheard conversations

No words bring justice

Where justice lies wandering

Where hope is left squandering

Or is pushed away completely

Fight or flight

In unselfish persecution

Of self, at best unworthy

Except of blame, shame that

You ever entered

Through life’s wide open door

Cannot love

Ever be left like this

Ever like this be left

Instead

The will of co-ordination

Fingers, just touch on fingers

For this is far too early

Far too early for a full on, come on

Shoulder wrapped embrace

Dare

Of each, and then of each other

Enter always the complicated situations

Engage your care

Back into those deep

Wider than furlong’s furrows

Leave space

Burrowed

With time; with gentleness

Of room for mistakes

And misappropriations

Conserve creation there for to cherish

This love, too far away

Far too close

Just now to see, or even to be seen

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Bright side

Wide-open spaces

Rustle of a breeze

Through timeless grass

Birdsong

In flight

Above, and out, and over

And down-along the meadow

Salt sand lies baking

Cracked earth

On barren beaches

Far reach

To past civilisations

Stationed

In retreat

Hillsides

Rolling down

By green, wheat grass

The corn

Not yet so high

Oh sigh for summer days

Summer days

Laid sideways such as these

Time

To reflect, so

Then to reconnect

With oh so so many

Past

Beginnings

Forgiving

This living, this being alive

With skin

Our closest

Close companion

Here

Beside the

Whitest, the whitest

Wild White Campion

Skin

Cradled around

Your finger

The ring of gold

Of

Past times; last lines

Left to linger

Left, bereft

Or on the bright side

Of so so many memories

Thoughts now to remember

On this quiet, there she goes

Listen to her breeze

Listen to the upside breeze

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