Sketchpad
I drew you … all those years ago
I thought you were someone else
Nothing seems to matter when it all goes slow
I drew you to know a part of myself
The moment I saw you move walk
Your hands eyes the way they talk
The rush the fire electric and tight
Feeling you breathe watching the night
You drew me … moments just before
I thought I was someone else
Everything matters when you know nothing more
I drew you … to myself.
Lady of the Lake
Her eyes would fall upon the glass
Yet still she would not see
Whilst whispers whipped from strangers’ lips
Proclaiming just fair beauty
Her heart would beat outside of time
As all hearts beat their way
Whilst lovers kissed other lips
Foretelling of that day
Her touch would lie upon the world
And life therein would fire
Whilst moons manoeuvred ebb n flow
To lift those near still higher
Her wake would fall upon the sea
Willing waves to part
Whilst lovers whispered strangers’ names
To let him in her heart.
Strange Chance
The strangest chance to meet her once
His love a sail on fire
Left alone wanton bright
She would he could desire
The strangest chance to meet him once
Her love adrift in fire
Two together lulled a night
He could she would desire.
Nothing
Failed days pass through the hands of a child whilst passers-by cross the eye to mark a trail thus made
Fallen dreams so seldom missed breeze across nervous hands and dance this lost charade.
Waiting
You could be All I need, life itself.
Dreams so sweet to swim within
Too dark the corners pasts lie in
Wait to see kisses smile
Wait the hour walk the mile
Waves a tide pulls pushes me
Floats illusion drift revive me
Close ~ hair ~ light
Silent ~ hesitate ~ night
Turns full the day to await
Rainfall gentle ~ sh! Anticipate