Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
And so I
Start the year
New single alone
A place of
Focus and strength
Rebirth and humility
Humanity and compassion
Hope and love
I know that
This year will
Be a better
Year than before
Because you’re all
Still in it
Happy New Year
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
Do any of
You know what
It’s like to
Let life go
It’s a dark silence
Absence of laughter
Absence of glee
Absence of anything
Remotely curiously normal
Yet there in
That incubus that
Hothouse of thought
Spawned ideas of
Baldwin and Stoppard
That may be
Love was simpler
Than we thought
That maybe just
Maybe love was
Just simply love