If Miss Honeychurch

Hold on now
Hold tight somehow
We are so far together
We are so far
So far, so far
We are so far together

Hold on now
Hold tight somehow
We are so far together
So far, so far
We are so far forever

It was a Saturday
From far away
A far away Saturday
A Saturday
From far away
A latter day Saturday

The lady travelled
The motorways
The city streets
The April lights
The lady travelled
The motorways
The city streets
And soft midnights

The April lights
And soft midnights
The April lights
And soft midnights

The April lights
The April lights
And soft midnights

The letters and
The photographs
In between the lines

Soft pictures find
My sixpence
None the richer

The letters and
The autographs
In between the lines
Soft pictures find
My sixpence
So far richer

A glass of wine
A fine strung time
A slice of lime
A fine hung line

The whiteness of
The spotlight spire
Her eyes on fire
Her eyes on fire
The whiteness of
The spotlight spire
Her eyes desire
Her eyes desire

They shared their mp3's
With songs of buzzing bees
Way down summerleaze
They softly breezed

They wear their mp3's
In bright yellow sleeves
Off to summer seize
With care of thought to tease

Into the night
Into the night
On into the night
On into the night, and
On into the morning

They talked of all
They talked so small
In for all and in for
Fine fair weather

On the bed
Her soft laid head
With fingers spread
So tender led
Their hair instead
Combed in bed together

And holding close
This time she chose
To tread with faith unfettered

And holding close
This time he chose
To wait for days red lettered

And holding close
This time they chose
To wait for days not bettered

And holding close
This time they chose
They wait their days unfettered

And holding close
This time they chose
They wait their days red lettered

And holding close
This time they chose
They wait for days fine fair weathered

And holding close
And holding close
This time they chose
This time they chose
To tread with faith unfettered

And holding close
And holding close
This time they chose
To tread with faith unfettered

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Witnessed Conversation

Painted toe nails; purples, or crimsons, or red

Ankles; with bangles, or bracelets, laid on the bed

Flecked hair; streaks of purple, and gold, and rust

Bodies and breathing, floating into the life of trust

An evocation

Explanative with witness

Conversation

Witnessed conversation

Of our youth

Of our thoughts of death

And life

And the many ways to live it

Of music

Of theatre

Of families

And cats and dogs

Of a first hello

Wandered into

Without of

Unease

As a breeze

Though not yet of summer

Paints; colour

Richer ever than nature

Bone structure

Amplified by objects of inanimate art

Hair, a cover for all our body

Even where, we care to share the wax

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A Calm Of Love, A Calm Of Purpose

It all became so clear
Although I've watched you
For a long while
Watched you year on year

Taken pleasure in your reflection
A perception to be entirely insincere
A construction, a camouflage
Surpassing disastrous perception

Your wrinkled skin, your golden hair
Finding light wherever the music falls
Can you hear the music
More so can you hear the true affair

It all became without need to instruct
Somehow just to stand in the sunshine
By the railway line
By the overgrown viaduct

By the canal sides of decay and restoration
As old thoughts pass by
As old hopes pass by

Today there is no intoxication or reformation

Other than a calm aloof
Perhaps a calm of love
Perhaps a calm of purpose
Indifference, to the cat on the hot tin roof

On any other day no need for further  preparation
Far enough of a gaze at my own navel
Today though the clarity
Is a turning away from fear, or desperation

In place a settlement, a circle of stones
A plain of reddest sand
Perhaps there too a cactus
An oasis, with a wishing well, and gnomes

A curtain raised, under a singular light
A child with his mother; a brother with his sisters
A writer with his words
And someone, for whom he wishes to write

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Millennia Ridge

Should we take in all before the moonlight
Walk with steady footsteps
Walk over the peoples bridge
Walk over the Millennium Bridge

Should we wake in piles of Egyptian cotton
Wake with sensate satiate breath
Wake over two peoples; two peoples bridge
Ache over two peoples Millennia Ridge

Then down to a chancery garden
Down beside the sea-spray
Astride the zest of life
Where we could fake our own disappearance

For a summer afternoon
With Cezanne, or Picasso
Or Monet
On his bridge at Giverny

Would we shake our own forbearance
For a hazy swoon
With our own bare canvas, our other
John Bunyan

A smile with a skip
A hand slid softly through the golden hair
There right beside the fountain
With splashed stone flags of intimate surprise

Laid side by side in perfect fit
Touched at all points of the compass
Touched all ways on the curved surface
Of this spherical sphere

A maypole, a stream of coloured string
A garland, a smile, a chance embrace
In love with innocence
Ever with which to carry with you

No greater gift to share
From here and from childhood
From here and from everywhere
From here and always, all the way to eternity

From here and always
From here and all ways
All ways to two people's
Two people's Millennia Ridge

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What Less Use At All

I remember the last time I had
Four Satsumas'
As so do those around me at the time

Friend, I tell you
An overdose of vitamin C
Is somewhat to be avoided

But what less use at all
Than garlic, without the odour
That then only leaves the Sanatogen

And as that’s for old folk
I clearly don't qualify
So it’s to the Brandy and Babycham I turn

There you have it
That’s what it is
Tell me; would you care for a hand at whist?

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