This cannot be normal - l desire
nothing.
Everything good in my life's right
here
in this very field
just you, me and a river like glass
reflecting the calendar of my life

It flows with tears from every
town
rolling down the cheeks of self pity
constantly searching for
tomorrows trophy,
ignoring all that's spread before
them
until they feel so undersold

thousands of faces simply vanish
their names l already forget

Possibly the barriers have fallen
finally l've left you all behind -
gone mad -
and the whole world saw it
coming
but me - perhaps you're not far
behind

Peacefully you sleep wrapped in
the shade of laburnum
and l wonder, what would life be
without you.
Where would your footsteps have
rested
had those paths of ours not crossed

Could you be happier without my
touch
if so - l swear l'd never have looked,
would you have found that centre
stage
where perfect couples openly
parade,
instead of playing down our
existence

A thousand slow ballads tell many
stories
but none of the lyrics bare any
scars - just not us,
so l wrote it all down till the ink
ran dry
then sang the thing myself

your beautiful eyes open
as always you smile

In this isolation a mysterious black
swan winks,
tempts me with suggestions
of what I, myself might have been
but l have not one regret - said
we'd live forever.
Heaven l already know - Hell's
constantly full.
Still, we'll settle together as we
always do
just some place less exposed

Till then, l thank your patience
in me,
each emotion that's spilt out of
control
and for all those journeys into the
unknown.
I ask of nothing more - God, l love
you

Darkness begins to fall
temptation calls
heads we lose, tails who cares.
A welcoming light shines in the
distance,
like moths we're drawn back to
civilisation
where strangers converse,
talk up their lives to anyone who'll
listen

Uninterested in this masquerade
we find a corner - two unfamiliar
faces.
Still they look, draw their own
conclusions.
Unity once so powerful
now we stand alone

Suddenly the atmosphere falls
silent,
a voice echoes from a broken
speaker,
of the words no - one cares nor
understands.
We leave like shadows - this was
our song