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 …