You had a dream, and it never quite came true
But I learnt to dream, because of you.

Here we're ******,
And I had a bite of heaven;
it might be enough, if you trust
Love's sweet taste.

We came from nothing,
And nothing goes to waste.

If the people were new
but the patterns were the same
diving from a Cornish quay
Would you play the game?

The reassurance of Sainsbury's
Saturday night TV with banana custard
Rain on the car's windscreen as we drive along
Spring flowers
And sledging through the snow.
Starlit skies,
and Northern Lights.
Tell me where you go, alright.

Will I stay in this miracle?
As it warms and changes?
You taught me what I knew
As I am facing the new.
Old hearts, beat anew.

It’s all out of whack,
in the middle of my desk.
A lot of old papers
weights on my arteries.
And I don’t push them
To get strong.
And they don’t save the love song.

Clothes, papers,
Things, papers,
Ideas, papers.
All piling into a stack
That I stack
And i stack
and I stagger
Like that.

Someone help me invert it.
Crystalline, new to shine.
I AM the lens to focus the sun.

I’m the paperweight on top of you, things.
And I’ll let you all fly.
(Keep some
What might be mine)
(And lose some
In reckless abandon,
That could have helped us shine.)

But if it all stays
It’s all gone.
Or…

A wild chance comes along
As I march to the future
With a movement, rhythm

This IS a love song.
melancholic
Or EUPHORIC:
Play on.
Play on.
Play on.

I'd rather not be enlightened
If my son has more pain
I'll let the sun shine.
But I'll sweat for some grain.
And I'll train
how I'll train
how I'll train.

Because you'll think you've ascended
And the rains will come
And the pain of the innocents
Will see you undone.

Some moments seem eternal
to reverberate in my mind
-- and I use their memory
to light new fires that shine.

Tell me!
When my mind will drop,
(Like a pebble
To the lake of time)
Tell me!
Will the ripple stop?
What is yours?
And what's just mine?

Do I exist,
Outside these lines?

Drink in this illusion of control
Momentary masters of our destiny
'Til mother nature turns it on
The look in her eyes says you won't last long

But that feeling
Like you just might
Be there when the bird takes flight
It's enough to keep you up at night
Keep you striving
For the light.

A cup of coffee in the sun
A book, by a crackling fire
The wilderness, predicated on poetry
Renditions of Shakespeare
A game of sport
Beautiful gardens
That look in your eye
And a smoky measure, of amber gold.

All of these simple pleasures
But how simple, in reality?

For we are all connected
And woe betide he who forgets

These comforts, poetry even,
predicated on the hunt, or the farm
Long days, through the rain
Not necessarily true pain
But a certain kind of grit

What would you do?
No work, no food.

Do I really love the wilderness?
No.
I love my view of it
And should not forget the giants
on whose shoulders we sit.