4 years and i was in a rush to go
to smiths (the musical haunt) it was
friday night, so i got the kids fed
then dashed off in the car like a typical
loon too much on ---
Mayday i had my guitar yamaha
clutching its neck strtiding down the arches
of the Melbourne building - arrived a bit
late - you were there with your white yamaha
in boots leading a sing thru of "Imagine"
and I just thought - I could see u were
shy about it - i just thought how brave
and you know, good on you, for getting this old
motley greyish greying haired crowd to
mouth this Anthem - on Mayday
that was the first time i saw who you were
though i recognised you from the past few months
in theat happy haunt of music - Nigel and Beth's -
and later knew about the Attempt and the string
of bad boyfriends - but in that moment all
I could see was your courage and the sort of
lantern you held, a hopeful light, in the gloom
and a few weeks later at home in front of the
fireplace whipping off your pants, i knew the
bigger you of cheeks and bosoms and lips all very
large in my sight so close up and the smells of
sweet joules glistening in sweat. baby dats u.
Four years later and we are in a paradise of birds and
dogs, pigeon, chicken - the rest of a wider family
some flown, some staying, but returning, the safety of the home
you also dipping in, then flying, then returning for nourishment
then off to box with the little children, your 100 charges
Faced with a peculiar future I am just here in bed holding
onto the matress, your feathers brush my cheek, and I
think about us careering through time, out of control but steady,
safe but never sure, cause the adventure unfolds unknowingly
taking us from perch to perch. And i'm happy like that.
I'm happy you are safe wit me babe. The dark cloud glistens
on your brow but babe I know you can imagine our future too
- and that's the imagining that we as lovers do - when we
dont know the way but we know we need to get thru.
here's to 44 more years of lovin u.
