Saturday 5 January 2013

BUT A DREAM







Pull slow, pull slow on the sounding line.
Tiller man taps the tabla seven eight nine.
The lady of silks in the bow is blind.

But-a, but-a dream, row & row
The river merry flows… it’s time to go
You know me now… you know you know
Elbow to elbow in the river hall
Do you recall, do you recall?
White water... the roar of the fall

I slipped you a letter in moonlight sliver,
Beneath the cellar door -  an invitation of whisper
Potatoes white… grew eyes that winter.
It floats in the lilies it floats in the mist.
Old red slipper from the foot you kissed.
Do you do the rumba, do you do the twist?

But-a, but-a dream, row & row
The river merry flows… it’s time to go
You know me now… you know you know
Elbow to elbow in the river hall
Do you recall, do you recall?
White water the roar of the fall

Throw your pebble at the vortex wheel.
The glassy flow it draws the slender keel.
Round & round the darkling teal.
I have come to collect what’s due.
The ivory boat, the night, the falling dew.
Step lightly on the ribs,,, the sails set true.

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