It’s good to notice things again
Good to notice when it rains
To reconnect, to respect the seasons
Good to go out; good to be about
To be out for no other reason
Than it feels good to breathe the air
Shops are still there, they won’t go away
They can wait until another day
Closed and shuttered, shrouded in grey
Reminders of a world on hold
Everything to be bought and sold
Compensation comes at a price
I will not calculate the cost, not today
Nor get all political, my mood is analytical
Today a little healing is taking place in my heart
So noticing the rain is good, walking in the wood
Is even better, with nothing to complain about
It really is so good

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To be out

Reunion

I  visit you after all this time
In my hands a glass of wine
In this place where you have been
So many years passed in-between
Quietly sitting in your chair
Perfect face and perfect hair
Where is the girl in the flowery dress?
The girl whose room was such a mess
The girl who toasted me with beer
I remember how we drank till one
You used to say, life’s meant for fun
We sometimes worked, sometimes not
I know we used to laugh a lot
When did you join the sensible?
Was it your choice, did you lose freewill
If you could would you choose us?
Still I want to take your hand and cry
I want to be with you, want to try
The walls we built will not come down
I know you don’t want me around
No beer today, a simple wine
Like grapes we’ve fallen from the vine
Our time is gone, all I am to you
Is someone you once thought you knew

Some are smiling
Some are frowning
Some beguiling
These words that must go down
Some are filled with pathos,
Others red with rage
Some are marching armies
Striding across the page
Sometimes they have battles,
Sometimes they make war
Sometimes win, sometimes lose
And end up on the floor
Some are wild, out of control
Some are good, some are poor
Some a gateway to the door
Releasing the poet’s soul
Some are growing angel wings
Love comes shining through
Some are filled with lovely things
Others painted blue
Some you share, some pass around
Some go wrong, some go right
Many will haunt your dreams tonight
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These words that must go down