A Pitch to Play On

when they look at me
it is there
written in sky words
in those eyes
which long to shine
and I wrestle it in my mind
looking at others
as they slide and fit in
i long for my covers
and the slow, slow gin
when they look at me
i see every sky written word
i see exactly what they mean
i know there is mess in my life
and they offer a cleaner
a pitch to play on
where supposedly the grass is greener
but I know it is not real
these relationships
they all come to heal
but when they look at me
i know how they really feel

Sunday 9th December 2007