The clock has moved on
from the hours that it kept
When, below it I would wait
to meet again your smile

The time it has shown
with hands and face
Has left your hands still kind
Your face still beautiful

As I dip my fingers
into the cool fountain below
I remember those evenings
flicking water where you sat

Watching the people
passing through Stevenage Town Square
Passing through their lives
as ours lay out before

Then years of marriage
with no need to wait
Yet often I would sit
and imagine you arrive

But the clock has ticked on
and now you are gone
Yet I feel you still
in the fountains cool water.

This night, my love, your shadow
Is cast here, upon my wall
Thrown up by the light of the fire
And presented for me to love

There was a time, that shadows
All seemed haunting, dark and false
They were things that leapt without warning
To consume my heart and my soul

But now your shadow fills me
With feelings for only you
My lover, I long that your shadow
Shall ever cast within my room.

Today I walked
Along the dunes
My heart was very quiet
The sea my sole companion

I thought of you
Your smile, your kiss
How I longed for your love
How I long for you tonight

I saw a ship
So far away
Out on the horizon
Where sea surrenders to sky

In such a way
As lovers know
Within their longing hearts
That reason gives way to love

I found a shell
Upon the sand
Its beauty touched me so
A gift from the pounding surf

That scrubs this beach
With every tide
A cycle of cleansing
Of purposeful renewal

And as I turned
To leave the beach
I looked back at the bay
And in its shining surface

I saw your face
And felt your kiss
And knew your thoughts were here
Such is the strength of our love.

That November slipped
so quietly away
Like the leaves that once
fell on the footway

Not a text
Nor a call
I to blame
for it all

Still......

A month makes no impact
on the love that we hold
So a fire was lit
In December's heart cold

Of all the gifts on Scotland's hills
The primrose is most fair
It stops the hiker in their tracks
And keeps them there to stare

At its kind form and beauty soft
I love it I confide
As deep among the heather blooms
It almost seems to hide

Like a young maid who may not know
That beauty's come her way
While others see her prettiness
And long with her to stay

So if you see that yellow bloom
When summer comes around
You'll know it is a precious thing
On Scotland's hills you've found.

Selling herself short
To those who will never pay
Sunday morning hate

Smashing and surging
Pounding the rocks below me
Thief of sailors souls.