Now we could talk of other things
A child asleep
A mother sings
An old mans breath on angel wings,
Passing time.

Rain fall on an open plain
Soft warm light on cold hard faces
Strangers far from distant places,
Clouds benign.  

Did not ask, was not given
Sanctuary, absolution
Superstition
Blind ambition
Revolution

Fortune shared
For solitude
For lost direction
Dereliction
Brimming cups for broken hearts
All roads entwine.

Empathy
For the hopeless fool
Sympathy
For the eternal ******
Cold hard cash for everyone else
Absinthe and iodine.

Did not ask, was not given
Sanctuary, absolution
Superstition
Blind ambition
Revolution.  

What's revealed and what to hide
A mind concealed
Excessive pride
Impending doom
A darkened room
Harbouring a hidden crime.

Now we talk of everything
A slight of hand
A hornets sting
A brush with death
Loves suffering
A passing sign.