The Street

The other side of the street

I can hear a drumbeat

I can see an athlete

I can smell something to eat!

A band is playing

People are praying

‘And the piano comes in like an extra heartbeat’-James Schoyler

‘A sensitive being

A creative soul’-Wordsworth

‘A word from me was like a charm’-Wordsworth

‘With perfect love’-Wordworth

Perfect was the spot

Romantic joy

You saved the day

You cared in every way

Tell me you will stay

You will stay

So many years

Waiting in the ocean

I can feel his pulse

A romantic waltz

Christmas

It’s time to put the tree up

Make an Angel for the top

Be unafraid of heights and

Untangle the lights!

We can decorate with tinsel on the windowsill

We can get out the festive candles

Count how many days until?

I would listen to everyword

Sing to you like a hummingbird

Watch you as you lay bare

Touch,be your purest prayer

I swear

Beauty of berries on the field

Red all over the field

Red raw radiance

The high room

Taking it to the high room

Do you have something to say?

Don’t let silence get in the way

Will a song come to me

In the middle of the night?

Or will I dream it at the dawn of light?

Will it be a beautiful sight?

Or an abandoned kite?

Will the words pop into my head?

Doing the dishes or making my bed?

Will I just know who when I find my sound?

Will I smile turn my life around?

Will I wake up full of fun and confidence?

Will I feel like I am the best?

Will there be someone to see my dress?

Perhaps children,holding them to my chest?

Or will my life continue in darkness?

Feeling like a total mess

I wish this voice would give me a rest

Then I could feel truly blessed

I’m watching people live

They have someone to go out with

Having food and drinks,making links

I feel like a bulb unplanted

Rain is pretty on the water

Let me catch it with a photo

I love old books,smelly old books

There is something special in every dusty book

Up the steps Down the steps

Taking in the breeze

How pretty Italy is!

‘Sweet lovers love the spring’-Shakespeare

Walking in the bush

Angels leading us

Burning firewood

Little red riding hood

Intelligence

A respectful gent

I can hear him whistle over the fence

‘One sweet page’-Coventry Patmore

‘Love stays forever like a stream

That flows but never flows away’-Andrew Young

‘Souls in mutual bliss’-Anon

Skin like the dearest silk

Dreams of the hooded cloak