It's not the sea of life
that bridges or divides;
it's the wave of time that breaks
circular upon us
...
I
I pass your old house sometimes, in the car,
or walking with friends, and sneak a quick glance
...
Oh it's summer in portpatrick
And I wish that you were here
It's been so long since you and I
parked down the old stone pier
...
Some kind of lightning will occur
in several places all at once;
the seas will stir, and fish will surge,
so raptly from the deeps of us.
...
The chestnuts are changing colour at last
on that astonishing tree down the street,
and if I sound glad then maybe I am,
but some of that gladness is bittersweet
...
It was back when skies were bluer and hearts were worn on sleeves
I'd fallen for the first time, into love, head over heels
Then chased its shadow, traced its trail, and held it here and there:
This dream that sparks such blinding flames and haunts us everywhere
...
I dreamed of you again last night,
back when we both lived where the boats
once ferried restless people's lives,
between the lashed and broken coasts
...
I said:
I'm becoming everyone I know.
Chains of them wrangle and snake
into a starless universe.
...
Pangeometry was never going to be big
not on this planet anyway
stuff about random curved shapes
moving in miniscule
...
Another time another place
An unexpected face to face
Emotions primed, the evening warm,
some kind of beauty holding on
...