I could write and say what I miss
But as I never have, it's empty words I guess

I could say what I feel and how I'm changed
But feel what? As we have never  met

I could recite loves labours lost or much adoo
Indeed it's nothing as not with you

Or pages of prose by those who wrote
Those whos classics masters taught

But all would seem incomplete
Because it seems..
We were never destined to meet

Like a story in third person read as though in first
That makes a ******'s feelings burst

Or Hemingways "Old man and the sea"
That's really more a testament to me

For leagues away and a different time
In spirit you could be mine

But at night when the day has laboured hard
Both alone
No arms entwined

Different worlds we roam each day
Circumstance that governs why

Long and hard have I wrestled now
With what if's when and how
Is there any point, I doubt

When you wake today I won't be there
I'll sleep in another part of your world
It's happened that way and always did
For we never knew either exists

As you open up your eyes the day is new,
like a blank canvas that awaits your brush
Pure untouched yours to paint, with all the things that fill your day

You will start your day with things all planned
Meetings, lunch and desert sands
But in all of that know one thing
Tonight you will be alone again

When I woke today I was alone
Couldn't feel your warmth
Couldn't touch your skin with my fingertips
Nor kiss your face with my lips

Couldn't smell your scent as I made the bed
Nor touch your hair as you got dressed
No silhouette to make me smile
No clothes left for me to fold

I couldn't hear your voice at breakfast
Or the sound of your heels in the hall
Couldn't say goodbye and wish you well
Couldn't hug and squeeze you it's living hell

Because I am here and you are not
You've never been and thats our lot
So really nothing's changed from a month ago
So why do I feel like I am not whole?

Tonight again I shall got to sleep
Imagine you as you breathe
Stroke your hair and kiss your neck
Then hold you in a warm embrace

My life has changed in a way thats good
It isn't how I thought It would
A way that others may not get
Is it Love??
Let them guess
***

I want a big clock
Hung  upon my wall
Like the kind in train stations
With arms feet long

I want to hear each tick
And every tock
One at a time
Counting the moments
As life passes by

I know one day
Maybe to soon
The clock will stop
For me alone

Who knows why
It ticks as it does
How many seconds
Each of us have

You get to use them
With who, is your call
But once each has gone
It's gone for good

So watch the hands
Sweep the face
Tick after tock
Till we leave this place

The darkness has always been there
It is natures cold harsh default
Some carry the light and skip through it
Others accept it, they are lost to us.
The choice is your own
Light or Darkness
Choose wisely

Waltzing with fire
watching the priest,
drop to his knees
and a boy screams with fear

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire till he goes to jail

A fear of all
he prays to a god,
for if he is caught
he won't have a job

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Rolf Harris again

Oh the tide rolls in
with crashing waves,
the Daily Express always says
"Prepare for the worst!"
or
The torys are great

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire their expenses claims

Well someones dog
**** outside my gate!
Made the page
Not Nepal's earthquake

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Everest a grave

What to do
when it's all gone wrong?
Oh I'm Traped in the vesel
that I got at birth,
as age contorts
and changes its shape

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire another *** change

Oh mistakes a plenty
and then somemore
as I made decisions
like a needy *****
Try and keep up
we march today!
Just where are we going
I couldn't say

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire labour lost again

Direction lost
and the maps on fire,
my souls ignited
by another's fire
Another who warms
at a different grate,
no wonder people run away

All i see in the press today
Waltzing with fire a teacher caught again

So waltz with fire
and quench the coals that burn
for loving only makes you cold
Cold in spirit, cold in bed
and distorts all up inside my head

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Mr speakers wife again

So what was that all about,
I say that daily and often shout!!
Wish I knew I would share the plot,
but like my soul...It all is lost

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire the popes lost his faith