Without a map in stow
I journeyed high and low
I ventured to and fro
I caught you and let go
love
Summer Drive
On the other side of the Earth
And halfway through it’s orbit
A dream was all it took to wake
What’s become now dormant
OCD
Check it once
Then check it twice
Did you remember to turn off
Your secret little vice?
Excommunicated
Our transmission doesn’t end
This connection cannot bend
We touch the other without feeling
We need not speak to know our meaning
We meet inside a sacred spot
Outside of those that can be sought
We’re past and present and future tide
Matchless against our own divide
Where You’ve Been
Tell me where you’ve been
And I’ll go back in time to find you
The future’s not enough
I don’t want a past without you
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
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
Blueberry
The sorriest sight
That I can remember:
A ripened blueberry
Unpicked in December
malarky musings 