I beg these waking eyes of mine
be bless-ed with the sight of thine
when first they open come each morn
as windows in new sunrise born
reveal to me the textures soft
you show me in my dreams
your fragrant velvet petals
that envelop me within
then take me deep inside you warm
and bind me to your light
us sated both in silk embrace
our common souls delight.
there is not a single voice
that I print upon the page
my heart writes to its own beliefs
of all the wars it waged
and it sings a thousand songs
to set right a hundred wrongs
all to a simple tune,
the one I never ever played.
let us share quixotic daydreams
from the corners of our youth
weave the webs of childhood wishes
into blankets made of truths
whether born in cornfields golden
or from concrete grey and bare
now that we have found each other
they’re exactly where we are.
What had we wished this day to be?
it’s dimming eyes dare ask of me
now that it succumbs to twilight’s grace
never more to raise its face
excepting when in fondness thought
and memory sounds its fair report
of lost and golden yesterdays
gilded by tomorrow’s praise.
I thought upon three birch trees
where two brooks sang together
and though just one heart beat there
it will beat for you forever
you’re so hard
whatever shall I do?
needless to say
must now wait a day or two.
come scallywags and lollygaggers
take me by the hand
show me the wonders known around
your dim and desperate plans
we’ll tap a binge up Scotty’s street
and slip down Vauxhall Road
I’ll be that berry vestest friend
that you’ll have ever knowed
He spoke of days in monochrome
before the world found colours bold
and all the songs he knew had not been sung
and in there was a long lost dream
of what this future might have been
if we’d thought at all when we were young
There was a little spider in my laundry
that was until I switched my iron on
he may have enjoyed hopes and dreams aplenty
but sadly all those hopes and dreams are gone
for he misadventured deep into my trousers
but alas he’ll never crawl in them again
as in a sweep and puff of scalding screaming steam
he transformed into a little eight legged stain.