want to write a letter
but he seems far away
across the planes,
there’s a lorry load of pain

waiting for you,
in the garden
by the bell tower
in town,
with the flowers

i try to keep myself occupied
but i am dismayed,
you are never misplaced
its clarity is revealing

rode that carriage,
all alone
the women left behind
all fought for a throne

now i am a lucky man
the snake has grown legs
the fight does not seem to hard
the snake has become a lizard

i saw you lift the lid
and i told you,
you are amazing
an amazing thing
consigning all my past to the bin

trying to fight,
hanging onto childhood
turn on that landing light
try to purchase a feeling

we will be there
with a hungry look
and a hopeful stare
we will be holding on,