Bookends

I’m liking the journey back into my poetry files; you quickly forget what you’ve written and it’s interesting what you see in the same words after some time. Here’s a couple which are kind-of ‘bookends’ to the whole single to ‘un-single’ journey. I guess now I need to find something which encapsulates the story in between…

Beauty at a distance

I grow tired
of seeing
beauty at a distance
I grow tired
of watching hope stumble
across the idea of love
with each passing glance

an innocent look
can say a lot to a hungry heart

I am too tired to see
so I will surrender this beauty
to sleep

and perhaps in time
the dream…

27/10/01

Five minutes longer

this is the song I would write for you
if I only had two minutes
if I only had two minutes to write you a song of love

its blue skies outside and that makes me smile
we’re going to see Anika sing in a little while
we’ll sit and talk and let the melody wander past us
and perhaps linger in our minds once it’s all over

once it’s all over
the music will be gone but what of the song
what of the melody my heart carries
I love you I know this much
and there’s no such thing as luck
only blessing and a plan and some choices
and some beautiful voices
singing
and then there’s me

this is the song I would write for you
if I only had two minutes
just spending a few words on a page
so I could sing for you
anything just to get you to stay
let me sing for you
just so you can stay
five minutes longer
five minutes longer

22/01/04

Already

August. The first of August.

A few years ago I had a vision of a band that would be called ‘August’ – ‘to inpsire awe; majestic’ and thought that would be a great name, and a great ‘vision statement’ for a (worship) band. I still have the domain (www.august.co.nz) but as yet, no band. There’s a few songs there, and lots of lyrics…

The years keeping coming, and there’s always August.

Hmmm

Dandelion

Dandelion

Breathe on me that I might fly

14.02.05