Fanfare

A silent song plays across her lips
Rhythm to a beat within
These words, like kisses, breathe the air
And those missing sounds are a fanfare
To hope on…
To call on…
Not much to go on
Just a wing and a prayer
Just a tune and you’re there

The bar is closing
And there’s a scuffle
As people yell
Blue lights are calling
A different farewell
Last orders are long ago
As the shutters are pulled
Off you go
Into the night
Past the fight
To the taxi rank
But you still see her face
Singing a song, out of place
And you won’t forget
Though it’s not much to go on
To hope on…
To call on…
Not much to go on
Just a wing and a prayer
Just a tune and you’re there

Aphelion

The voyages of constellations
That haven't yet reached our eyes
Are painted in the night ink
Of late Autumn skies
Like words in the wind
They whisper over the lake
All we need is a boat
To reach heaven's gate