July

A lone street,
a grass field
designs of cray
leaving in the spray
the rain drops
July has gone

Former youthful ideas
now distant memories
All we were those days
Children at play

A wooden slide
it had seen the years
chirping house martins
and a craving for
some icecream, mama
July and school was
A future
far, far ahead

Former youthful games
now time seems tame
All we were those days
Children at play

The sun beat the roof
Mama, it was hot outside
the rubber pool and
the green watering can
the neightbouring kids
asked me to join the play
A lone street;
July

Just a game today

Whistling through the air
surfing on well known songs
After all, life's just a refrain
no time to restrain

A hunting heart in its lair
on the prowl years ago, far too long
Stop, rewind, stop and play
life's just a game today

Now it's settled once again
The chained and walled heart in its den
Now it's just a game of memory
life's just another old story

So keep on, get it on
the stereo pushes on
Stop, rewind, stop and play
life's just a game today

A hermit

I'm a hermit at a wild raging sea
a forlorn war zone only I can see
Hidden thoughts on lee
My toes kick the stones and the pebbles
lessening a pain that thrives and never ebbs
As the sound recalls scenes past,
downwards the beach I hurried fast
to find a prevailing wind and try, fly
like the petrels on the move to the sky

I'm a hermit at a wild lonely desert
only the baking writhing sands
as a reminder that rightly serves
as the petrel cautiously lands
on the rocks that lend a hand
to those that wander and rant

I'm the hermit one rarely sees
ragged I ain't nor do I have wise words
it's just plain old me in a foreign world
ever attempting for the pugnacious breaking free

Dreams of yonder

Well ...
I've been dreaming
of a bird
A blue day to come along
I've been dreaming candlelights
ice cream vans and dreams of yonder

Well ...
Uncover my eyes
Open the curtains that
I've been staring at
for a time too long to tell
Open the curtains
I want to see my stage
a garden in the rain

Well ...
I've seen things lost,
fields and dogs
forests and dwelling days
but I've seen my garden in the rain

Well ...
It's all cliches and souvenirs
I've been saving memories
I've been catching candlelights
And I'll have a feeling
to keep on reeling in
clocks that tick away
the precious few

I'll have my dreams diluting
my dreams of yonder ...