Tight Valve Poem by Phillip Walter

I see much beauty in a sunset
And enjoy laughing in the rain
I am moved by a babies chuckle
Or the hiss from an old steam train.

Or a sunrise in the morning
And a high tide at noon
Curlews plaintive crying on marshes
Before the rising moon.

I am a sucker for nostalgia
True pathos brings a tear
I like to be alone but
I need somebody near.

I have deep hidden feelings
Which yearn to be set free
But I can't tell those looking in
About the softer side of me.