Brakes

My darling, fair warning

For your own good sake

You won’t get very far

With one foot on the brakes

No Reservations

Well, I guess you weren’t expecting me

And now I’m standing here

I’ve got no reservations

Didn’t mean to interfere

Well, I guess I’m awful willing

To try a new frontier

I’ve got some hesitations, boy

But my heart is sincere

Well, I guess I’m near-done waiting

For your hand to volunteer

‘Cause I’ve got a destination

And my direction’s clear

William’s Blood

But it’s William’s blood, inside of me

William’s blood, born of the sea

William’s blood, to see me through

William’s blood, to make me new

Covenant

The moon told me I could be kind

To my body, soul and mind

Far worse than breaking guarantees,

Was breaking covenant with me

The East End

I’ll write a song called The East End

For he who was more than a friend

Composed in a phantom key,

A microbarom frequency

And when you cross the overpass,

Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”

Dance Card

They say the best way out is through

And so I’ll take this dance with you

I’ll follow pace, I’ll move in time

You set rhythm, I’ll match with rhyme

One step forward, one step back

I’ll learn to balance where there’s slack

When you long to dip me low,

I’ll arch my back in even flow

And Life, when we’ve moved through my fears,

My dance card will be free and clear

Stream

Inside of us, there lies a spring

A stream of life neverending

Deep divides and driest days

Cannot stymie the waterway

Dive inside—abandon dock

And, in time, you’ll cut through rock

My Baby

My baby’s got no tricks

But her manner is bewitching

My baby’s just for kicks

But we oughta be hitching…

My baby’s got no style

But she’s got a flair for smiling

My baby’s got no sly

But her candour is beguiling…

Baby crosses her i’s

But she dots her little t’s

She’s got no alibis

Baby’s where she’s meant to be…

Crystal Vision

The moon told me it’s crystal clear

The way is always love or fear

She said this doubt, indecision

Was fear clouding your love’s vision

His Private Garden

In his private garden,

He weeds and seeds and sows

Slowly and steadfastly

Hoping his flowers grow

In his private garden,

He plots and prunes and preens

Squarely and sure-footed

He is master of his dreams

In his private garden

Without fear or feign

A violet shared her colours

Blooming in the rain