We frolic in the morning dew

Blue Mondays,seem to stretch into everyday.I don’t know why it happened,or what went wrong.All I know is that she left me,and blue Mondays came along.I woke up feeling fine,then found that baby of mine,left on the early train heading east.That’s when it happened, and the blue Mondays came.Now all you hear me singing is blue…

and buried there amongst themwas one simply called Three Minute Silence.When I slipped on the record playerand between the hisses and the scratchesthree-minute silence is all I got.There was no music,no voice raised to sing,just nothing.The other side had a tuneand it was so memorablethat I have forgotten what it was.All I can rememberwas the…

whose name I do not know.An accidental brush of armsand the words sorrycould lead to a conversationto become a friend I do not know.With the world a crowded placegetting more so with every daywe could so easilymake a friend a day.A cheerful smile to startaccompanied by friendly wordsand who knows whatmight happen along the way.Destiny…

and want all the fruit on the tree.As we grow olderwe respect everything that is there,and only want a littleof what stands before us there.We become unselfishand the word is replaced with share.As we grow, olderall we want to do is share.6 March 2008

from across the garden walls.I hear old loves reveriecalling out to me.Old loves refraincalling out your namefrom a distant rendezvouswith you and only you.The strains of violinslinger on the wind,pulling at my heartstringswhenever I think of you.As the purple shadesof twilight callfrom across the garden walls.Calling out of love againas the wind whispers your name.31…

Some we are afraid ofand others we cannot answer.The ones we are afraid ofwe try to bluff them through.While the ones we cannot answer,we make up answersthat are not all strictly true.31 March 2009