What about if I knew what
About is what to know not too
If to know about I knew
Wonders of words I drew

Sigh to see and gasp oh my
See in me to gasp i sigh
Gasp I sigh to see you there
Wonders of words everywhere

If what is and I is if
Who to be and be to who
Be to who and I to be
Wonders of words, oh so deep

If I can keep the tears from showing you
pain is not yours but mine of truth
If I can hold inside and not see out
And make your life the good that grew

If I can believe and not see disbelief
If I can heal the hurting, no hurt for you
And be left alone, to feel the lonely
and sacrifice those words, mine is true

If I can think and let go of thinking
my time of healing is my words of no remorse
no push to give for me to stop pushing
And take what’s there true or false

If I can take one minute of silence
to stop the world and peace to leap
deep down to know without the knowing
there I will be , child I was, the one
I keep

My hands held together in the corner of calm
bench of blue, cold on the ground
Changing of time feathers that fall
Can that holds the water of all

Turning of time, flowers to ****
Stories we share the garden of keep
Brush the lines, clear the leaves
By my side you will always be

The sun has set, eyes I weep
Gone for now, my empty seat

See to wash the times of doubt
Hear to hands gasp away
Lips to close the voice I speak
Life to shut my world I keep

See of bright no colours of true
Hear I fall black to shade
Lips to strum the fret of free
Life to shut my world away

See of blue washed to be gone
Hear no fear the castle I made
Lips to stop the sand of grit
Life I loved stopped to stick

Secret I have is my love of cabbage
Prefer the smell of eau sauvage
Green water to drink to clear your skin
Im sure tastes better with gin

Secret I have I play the guitar
C major I know to every tune
Strum the chord I sing the blues
Star I think but not a ****** doo

Secret I have no love to shop
The list I write the one thing I forgot
Too many varieties  my mind to seize
Two hours later to buy four tins of beans

Secret i have love to write a rhyme
No meaning or sound jumbled In time
To me I think I’m Oscar Wilde
No secret to hold I’m  the nutty child