Jonathan Drane

I knew something of conversation, or so I thought
until I listened to another.
Knew something of the talk, the sounds the chatter,
But to listen and to speak when moments call,
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Heart is feeling like a sunbeam
In a distant land
I am soaring cross the surface
Coming home to you
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On the beach I stood and looked
As sunshine hit the waves
The light was opal in the air
And glowed upon the haze
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Homebush Bay the market place
A coffee shop an aged face
A man came up to meet me once
He wasn’t from my time
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Space between, the isle and me
Ocean stretch and green, green sea
But once I walked upon its shore
And breathed the tropic air
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Crescent bay and whisper trees
Boulders singing dreams to me
Grass is stretching to the shore
And past the dripping palms
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I look to see the mountain edge
is falling to the sea and weeping rain
is misting in the crevice
and drifts across the ocean skin
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We came upon this aged man
While walking 'long the shore
And sunset drew us to his side
And kookaburra’s call
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I walked along the sandy path and felt the summer air
The palm trees moaned of distant times away above me there
The palm fronds moved amongst the breeze and spoke a song so free
Of summer air and warming breeze and fairies in the leaves
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Johnny in the fallen trench
Johnny on my knee
Once was like a willow seed
Now an old bent tree
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When mist was felt upon the leaves
We’d slip into the night
And forest held us on our path
And led us into sight
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Soft the tree whispered
Soft sang the sea
Over the mountain
You came home to me
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I was once a china man
I was once a thief
I sailed here on the summer wind
And held the cutlass sheath
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