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
Quotes
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
Possibility
Possibility
The very word born of the trees
Give her seeds, without a doubt
She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout
Astronomical Dawn
The moon told me she heard your song;
The fears you carried all were wrong
And she’d dispel them, everlong
By each astronomical dawn
Waterfall
A triptych of earth and water and sun
That all other beauty should be undone
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
Springtime
Springtime lies in every season
Even now it hides with reason
To surprise winter in treason
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
malarky musings 