When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...

I saw you once,
as you held each raindrop...

Dead, motionless – there she was:
the wingless dove...

I…
(you know...

I don’t know why
the light you shone...

It came,
hushed and shy...

You know,
you've made me...

You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...

I once held onto your heart,
not realising...

Last autumn,
you smiled and told me...

You spoke with a tear in your eye
that wouldn’t fall...

Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint...