dustrealisation

on the hay-bales rest and not feeling my best
as the sun starts to set, pulling since we met
at the hay-bale’s bind, as if to loosen my mind
to the pleasures of night, getting to know the light
release me like rain, the dry’s commencing again
it went away for a while from these romantic miles
soak the earth with trust, even if it’s a dream that goes bust
the flower of becoming friends, opens the heavens again

in dust, realisation, this sunset sensation
is a yearning, a burning, a learning confirming
got to get out, got to get out
got to get out of this page
into you...



in the deep down of the raven’s gown
there are stars all about, to light my way out
with the sun’s reflection, onto this page, affection
tho’ i’m damned if i don’t, i make excuses so i won’t
become a river not knowing wherever i’m going?
when i hear uncertainty’s birds singing...do
it’s the only way to find out what’s true?

in dust, realisation, this sunset sensation
is a yearning, a burning, a learning confirming
i’ve got to get in, got to get in
got to get in, in touch
touching you

the air’s getting fresh as the night comes to caress
and the sun has now set, on a day not to forget
that was as simple as truth, the birds singing as proof
the flower of becoming friends, rush wings of my heart again

as i remove my sunglasses to see
the beautiful hazel explosion
in your eyes of green


there’s hope in the singing of your songs, like much needed rain across the valley