Quite Honestly

All those who speak to me
say something bad to me,
Looks pretty bad for me,
Looks pretty bad.

All those who look at me
look pretty sad to me,
Faces look sad to me,
Look pretty sad.

Sometimes life gets to me
Moaning and blasphemy,
Life holds no guarantee –
Just how it is.

Try to remember me
Try to quite honestly
hold faith in destiny
greater than this.

For those who wait

When it is time
quiet and easy I’ll draw near
perhaps to our secret place
in playful echoes of the old bridge?
or shall we spill into silver waves?
perform shadow dances for a pink goodnight?

If the beastly fire will not be lit for now
if lights are dim and cruel time rattles
draw up a comfy chair, find a kinder place
I’ll not forget, so rest and don’t you fret
it simply isn’t time

not yet, not just yet.