Love always waits

Love always waits

For somebody, somewhere

It might be here

Within sight of the briar

The heather and gorse

The windswept girl

On the silver horse,

Her father owns a brewery

And she owes her life to beer

She is as wild as her stallion.

Seeking escape

At a gallop.

Each step we take

Is a little bit closer to being further away

From where we started

And a little bit closer

To where we will end

Which might be here

Or over there

Atop a limestone cliff

Where the wide sea sparkles

In sunlight

The big ships

With container stacks

Sail in endless circles

Across distant hemispheres

And the sirens call

Your name

In tongues.

Whatever is bound

Will happen

Either today, tomorrow

Or maybe it was yesterday,

When the moon whispered

A bluesy lullaby

And the world slept through

Till dawn.

It is the nature of survival

The progression of succession.