Listen Through the Breeze

Listen Through the Breeze

 

Although you may never hear

his mandolin again

Except for maybe on the wind

It would be such a crying shame

if not, indeed a sin

Should you never listen for it

every now and then …

And whilst we are both here

right now

I think that you should know

There are certain

shades and tones I never want

you caught in, ever ..

Such is the legacy of a yesterday

gone oh’ so terribly wrong

So wrong in fact, we might need

prayers mid streams 

of precious fairy lights and bunting

And get this ..

I never want you choreographed

For that would be

too much to ask, but want you

So much more

than I did once want you ..

In those flimsy

turquoise triangles, those which,

With all respect

barely covered anything at all

But then you know that don’t you …