Winter Is Not Yet Gone

The drifter by the newstand looks up,

No chance of rain on this Sunday morning,

Perhaps a ray of sunshine will warm his sleep,

Before the cold of night sets in and reminds him

That winter is not yet gone.

She lays in the sunfilled window sil,

In silence to dream her sunlit dreams,

She's a cat and she has no cares,

Only the knowledge that it does not matter

That winter is not yet gone.

Explosive Love

So I thought I saw you today,

We may even have talked!

Conversed is too strong a word

For worded meanderings

Between empty lovers.

Having dinner and a movie

Is just to get us through the motions:

Let’s pretend, play house.

At least we can say

That Spielberg’s done it again.

‘God I wish our sex had that

Many Explosions.’

The latter sentiment left

Unspoken.

Because we’re not ready

To suggest it.

You drove me home.

The same CD as years before,

The same words.

‘…in a brave new world…’

The same words,

Both bridge and barrier

Between empty lovers.

It’s strange though the sky blue

In the middle of night

That you love

That I’m wearing.

Or that you turn

And give me that smile

That brought me

Into Chaos.

That’s no illusion.

No explosion!

There’s still something here.

We’ve just become more careful.

I know you won’t make

The first move so

I move.

You pretend to think.

I lean in and whisper in your mind.

So you chuckle and park the car.

Lead me on.

And before long we’re trying

Our own movie stunts

The kind that’d make us blush.

Like explosions.

It gives us something to talk about,

Made happy by re-igniting the hidden flame.

Us empty lovers

Full

And once more

Content.

The Final Line

Great Muses in your golden realm,

Will not you hear my plea?

And sound a bell to end my torture

And tell me what you see?

Great Ladies you who number nine,

Can not you give me thought?

To tell me how to write and sing

And tell me tales to wrought?

Great Ones in the skies above,

Hear my cry and answer!

End this barren drought of mine,

Send to me your words and sounds

That I may write this final line!

Where They Walk

Take me past the rivers and lakes

Of this land I know all too well,

Carry me through the sky and light

To the world beyond those stars there.

Glide through the night and through the day

Hold me in the darkness and in the light,

But do not let me fall without you.

Take me to the realm in which time

No longer matters to anyone.

Take me from these echoed whispers

That goad me and taunt me

And carry me with you always.

Take me to where the willows sing,

Take me to where the moonlight shines,

Take me to the worlds I've never seen before,

Take me to where the unicorns run,

Take me to where the dragons and angels vie

For the ruling of the bright open sky,

Take me to where they walk...

Take me to where they walk.

Darling Harbour in the Rain

Darling Harbour in the rain,
Grey murky water,
With its tourists stubborn or stingy.
The river and sky merge in grey,
And it smells of wet brick and wet smokers.
Headscarves are in fashion with everyone,
And the gulls are still stupid.
Pretty umbrellas are as fashionable as phones,
Run from dry to dry.