A dangerous game played between strangers whose secrets are worth their life.
Two Irish lads stumble through London’s gay scene.
He has always watched and the waiting is over.
Played out by the band
glimpsed a fragmented past drifting from hand
subtle sadness strokes left cheek
as you walk down this lonely street.
The crash site smoulders slow
pains triumphant panache has lost its flow
from being dazed in an urban wonderland
to faith imbued with hope for future plans.
Tectonic plates move with meaning under heart
holding you close part by part
And your new pace may not erase
what’s held inside, protected behind your face.
Forever changed, remaining true
a romantic adventurer upon terrain anew
don’t believe them when they say they know what the future holds
your half smile heralds the curtains eventual close.
Shake closer, just a little
this river of mind, wild.
Now you know how close you are to brittle
asking the pain to draw it mild.
You say “get along with yourself”
not as nervous anymore.
Suddenly saved from your own waste,
strong enough to kick down that next door.
Inner hurricanes start turning
as it isn’t as it was, aged form withdraws
your heart no longer aches for the burning
inspiring survival in your musical score.
“My heart beats again” you say,
healed under the weight of being smothered,
sewn pieces drawn with the joy of a new day
carried with your smile knowing you’ve fully recovered.