Mary Poem by Barry Middleton

I don't think you like it
me knowing you this well
you cannot tell me now
but I don't really mind
that you saw my dreams

still if you were here
you'd see through me
a little bit crazed
obsessed a trifle
I don't know
maybe possessed

the leaves are turning
in my cold world now
a bell rings in my ear
and a clock is ticking

I told you it was OK
you knew I lied
now I am old
green eyed girl songs
conceal lost rhythms

ah but I do remember
it makes me choke tears
and tremble with fear
till I find you again
and come to rest again
in your dreaming arms