'Just called in passing, to see you'
a walk down memory lane
needed to prove my sanity
wanted to ease the pain.

'Just on my way to the Chemist you see
to hand over my Doctors note
It's quite a long list he prescribed me
look ... it's here in my duffle-coat'.

'Just heard you'd moved back in the area
someone had mentioned to me
you live on the way to the Chemist ...
yes, a nice part of town, I agree'.

'Just so lovely to see you in these parts again
you've been missed by all, I can tell
if only I'd known you were coming back
I'd have helped you move in as well'.

'Just after my Doctors appointment
I call in for my daily coffee
we must do it together at some point
and go out for afternoon tea'.

'Just for old times sake, no strings attached
they've just opened new tearooms you know
we could recall the good times ... well
perhaps some other time you'll go'.

'Goodbye'**

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You captured my heart, I admit it
caught in your spell, I'm bewitched
I reached out my hand and you held it
adrift, lost at sea, I was saved.

My gaze you enslaved, and I love it
filling my eyes with delight
in touching my life, you enriched it
enchanting my days with your smile.**

...   ...   ...

What my heart remembers
it remembers only you
remembers all the times we shared
the things we used to do.

Memories of two lives that lived
two lives that lived as one
the memories of happiness shared
the thing that life's undone.

What my heart remembers
your hair of raven wing
your long and flowing tresses
my tears they start to spring.

Eyes of darkest coffee
un-fathom-able and deep
the eyes I used to gaze upon
before I went to sleep.

The sweetest face, the sweetest smile
lips that taste of honey
your lips that used to laugh aloud
when I said something funny.

The way we'd walk in Summers rain
through fallen leaves in October
in snow we'd play, on snowy days ...
... You Are My Heart, Remember.**

...   ...   ...

Walking paths having trod before
Mother Earth as she turns from the grave
... looks away
for in leafy mounds, dying lay hidden
remains once kissed by Summers Sun.

In widows weeds of shriveled green
her poor face stained with Autumn tears
she walks the lanes of fallen life
as weeping trees bend low their heads.

Huddled within her threadbare coat
in worn-out shoes, she mourns the loss
and bids farewell to all she knew
as shades of sorrow haunt this land.

Her tears from heavy twilight skys
as elderly Summer passes away
in russets and browns, her curtains now drawing
as England sleeps, in the depth of each Fall.

At mornings approach, after chill of the night
brings carpets of mist, to contour the fields
with but watered Sun, to lift the gloom
daybreak rolls over, and drifts back to sleep.**

...   ...   ...

A day at the seaside, memories to keep
and treasure them always, in dreams while I sleep
with sapphire sky and no cloud to obscure
heat from the sun, bathing the day.

...   ...   ...

It's not easy ...
not really easy being me
when you're stood before the world
and you're there for all to see,

When you're stood under the spotlight
and the people stare at you
when you're feeling full of miracles
but knowing what you have to do,

When you think your friends surround you
and you're feeling kinda' good
just watch that space behind you
when you feel misunderstood,

Cos' you'll always find there's someone
creeping up, on the attack
who will kiss you on the cheek
and then stab you in the back,

When they drag you off to someplace else
and you're stood before the boss
they'll judge and whip and scourge you
then nail you to a cross,

Where they shout and mock and jeer at you
and they pierce you with a spear
when your family's there below you
and you know your end is near,

And you call upon your Father
and you call upon the Host
then quiet repose besets you
and you give up the Holy Ghost,

Then they take you down, and tend to you
and they wrap you in a shroud
and they roll a rock before you
just to hide you from the crowd,

Where you disappear forever
and you walk right off the set
and they start a new religion
all because you were a threat.**

...   ...   ...

Tears in a bucket, throughout the years
so bitter in taste that briny waste
rusting the seams to percolate
the rivers within, as they run out.

Spindrift from seas with passion erupts
stinging the eyes, pouring down cheeks
castles of sand, now all washed away
by oceans of tears that flow through the pail.

Tears in a bucket filled from above
blurring the vision in sorrowful eyes
spill their liquor as weeping clouds
precipitation from rain filled skys.

Ashes to ashes, rust to rust
more holes than whole, now interred with the trash
mud at the bottom still cloys to the soul
heartbreaks once caught in the bucket of tears.

All eyes water, where do tears go
when they're not weeping, what hides the flow
how do you catch them when they're unseen
now there's no bucket to hold back the stream.

In bravest of eyes, nothing restrains
the tears that flow from gutter to drain
subterranean dreams never forgotten
all flushed away, by rivers of waste.**

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