Auckland Harbour.
Auckland Harbour.
There is beauty
Open your eyes
Even in the heart of despair
You are there
To remind me of this
A first kiss of morning
As the wind plays
On the memory
Of another time
When whitecaps danced
Across an empty bay
Fine sand untouched
But for the imprint
Of we two
Slowly the cruise ship docks
Close enough to hear
The excitement of
Rock-n-roll music
On the public address
Its bulk fills the window
The smell of cigar smoke
Wafts around the foredeck
Bringing to mind
An old fashioned promenade
Brylcreem days
In a blue haze
A whiff of sadness
As the scandal of
The Windrush generation
Fills the news from England
It seems
A lifetime ago
What am I doing here
A lone colonial
Lacking a defining characteristic
Further than ever
From where we were
Kiss my heart
It still beats in time
To the music of our romance
Carry me through another day
Walk with me
I can still feel your hand
Resting lightly
On my arm.