Visitation

Another teatime supermarket cafe

At the end of a rainy day in Yorkshire

Should I stay or should I walk away

Who is that, sat, at the table in the corner

I replay the mind games, where she slays

Where her movement is there in time

Soft skin, wrapped around the sounds of violin

Let me leave you now, to go become the loner

Twisted scarf, tied up hair, arm that moves

With thoughts so fair; should I stay, fill my coffee

To the brim, ask: are you my sweetest Rose, or

Are you the unfaithful, faithless Desdemona

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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It all adds up

I feel you in my bones

Your whole you

Unfolds within my body

I smile, as your thoughts

Play with those in my mind

In this there becomes

A new entity

An entirety; more than one

With faith enough to move on

Courage gathered to go forwards

I cannot physically

Embrace you; not in

A screen filled photograph

I cannot chase you down

The sepia tone path

I no longer expect

Special journeys

Into the supernatural

Although we once believed

In the power of transference

Didn't we? Didn't we?

The pampas grass

Is blown vigorously

In this the windswept

Stormed & saturated

North of England

Not as the calm palms

Of the warm sunshine

Island’s waterfront

Where the promenade

Once walked with me

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Mirrors

Beautiful people

Central vacation

Hair and beauty and

Food; for her body

and her soul brothers

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Recovery

Sit, settle; take a while to relax

Embroiled so to speak

A cacophony of human voices

To still the aches

Of this once-more human

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Movie Tone

Snowflakes, bamboo leaves raked

Flames set to burn the big house down

The stakes are risen higher

With pyre of unfamiliar faces

Races on the intoxicated flyer

Shy times in the distant colony

Stop it, stop it; stop this nonsense

Did you not feel it in those moody eyes

Did you not see it in those smiling eyes

Did you not catch it in those guilty eyes

He takes her, she prizes the lyre

His twitch slices the stuttered paces

Laces of rum for our ever evil sire

Cries of madness; instant felony

Ashes, floats of paper debris flaked

Sound frames of reference, uncoupled

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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