periwinkle

I can’t quite decide whether this should be a song or a poem, but I will leave that for a later time. Many of the lines reference Orlando by Virginia Woolf which was written to her lover, the poet Vita Sackville-West.

i brought you violets and blue bells
we walked through hazy paths
on soft dewy grass
i could not see anyone but you

your eyes are hazel, deep like the oak tree
a fox in the snow
on pineapple sighs
i could not hear anyone but you

could we skate over the frozen thames
and dance under the cold ice gleam?
i am no russian doll
and you no english noble

you and i swing in a periwinkle, lavender dream
fair dresses, floating desire and shimmering rings
sweet kisses abound but …
there’s too much going on, not enough in my head
all the words that need saying i cannot say them
you are lovely to behold

your smile has the grace of a queen
twirl your soft hair round my finger
say you’ll always remember
i could not bear anyone but you

could we skate over the frozen thames
and dance under the cold lunar lights?
you are no russian doll
and i no english noble

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sweet wine

I took some of my rambles from my recent travels and some old song ideas and combined them into this little song nugget.

all my lovers wear cast off crowns and jewels
and drank all of my sweet wine
but I have run my lovers at the race track
and beaten them at their own lines

all my sweethearts have left me long ago
and loved others fairer than i
so I do laugh bitterly at the cold winds
and am cross as the storm clouds pass by

you say you’re sorry for the way you treated me
and how can i not forgive
your eyes
and how can i not forgive
your arms holding me tight
holding me through the night

we talk for hours on end
but it’s cold comfort
cause i know that when we’re home again
you’ll have her
and i’ll be deserted in the sands
of good intent

all my failures sneak up on me in dreams
and call out old misgivings
but I have hope in the smallest idea
of bright luck and rearrangings

you say you’re sorry for the way you treated me
and how can i not forgive
your words
and how can i not forgive
your hands tangled up in mine
tangled through the times

icy memories

More half finished song lyrics.

shiny blue, cozy and cold
wrap me up in something warm
reading books by the fire
wishing the rain was more mild

stormy skies, rattle your bones
wind whistles these old halls

ghosts float through our conversations
you have such high expectations but
Frostbite knocks at the door
pull me tighter in your arms

I fell in love with a false ideal
you weren’t even real