(In memory of my mother)
There is a song I long to sing Hidden within me An emerging spring A song of love
One day I shall see them Sitting round the table, the shrub… Like our children used to do, So lovingly brought up, Nurtured over many years,
Late stars, in dark blue, Not unlike the dew, In constellations, In such show, Place me in England:
When he saw you You reminded him of his mother, Not that you look like her You don’t, But because he’s your brother
Oh the ups and downs of it, The swerves and speed of it, Like a boat on the sea That once covered this land, The little country bus
You cannot know the things I know… For you cannot see them in yoursel… I know the things that make you wh… The things that make you what you… The things that someone looking fr…
Be with me, Be with me tonight, Be with me, And hold me tight. Stay with me,
Oh, that I should reach Such depths in words as Pablo Cas… In the musical notes of Bach’s ce… Digging up human emotions, Layer after layer,
This shyness is a burden to me That makes me feel a sham, That makes me blush so freely Me, a grown-up man. Blushing certainly holds me back,
When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs
Oh let there be no sound, Music or conversation, Sweet silence is profound And is a rare occasion While we mourn together
Coming up to her is like A huge ending, a massive Psychology of being elsewhere, A stopping, by the large Mysterious surge, a bringing up
We are living on the Milky Way G… Do not know how long we will stay. The nearest star is far away, A lifelong spin for me, My home within a galaxy,
When the image of my face Is reflected in my pond, I wonder if the moon and sun Will acknowledge me, forever on, As being a part of nature,
The sun was shining as I drove into the village. Several people on the kerb stared at