Some nights when you are stalwart
My blood does ebb and flow
I’ve sent 3,000 ships from port
Ruddered by your glow
Affairs of the Heart
Harbour Grey
I’ll write a song called Harbour Grey
With words you’ll never hear me say
I’ll trace them on to lips most fine
As though they never came from mine
And with a kiss, a moment’s sin
Your tune will be caught in the wind
Declination
His sunny solstice
Her equinox
They meet at dawn
Once more at dusk
Prussian Blue
You, You
Always you
My prism light
My Prussian Blue
Yare
She may sail yare
But he’ll never get far
If he’s guided by winds
Instead of the stars
First Kiss
Though it was given freely,
Now I realize I had robbed
But his kiss was more earnest
Than the first day on the job
Cotton Clouds
30,000 feet above,
Life isn’t what it seems
Between the moon and cotton clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Crooked Smile
Won’t you pause with me a while?
We’ll bandy about
There’s something in your crooked smile
That balances me out
An Ounce of Spring
In each of his smiles,
There’s one ounce of spring
I should like to discover
What summertime brings
Jostle
Something in your voice that day
Breached an inner truce
A hardened writ inside of me
Jostled a little loose
malarky musings 