This is where we live

This is where we live

My stream flows to set me free

The mountain and the horizon

The young laughter

 in the summer's noon

The singing birds in the trees

The soft breeze and falling leaves

Beneath the sunshine,

Blanketed in peace we savour

The peanut sandwiches

Towards December;

The passing time in anxious joy

For you to remember,

Benjamin, Allen, Euphrasia

We are preserved like monuments 

In moment

In all those songs of love

Dwelling on a lover that never was

Making dates in our minds 

whilst mopping dirty toilet floors

Waiting on night time to arrive

so we could kiss our pillows

That is where we live

In cold Saturday nights and baggy jeans.

Dear Reader

When it was time, i did my perfomance

no matter when they booed me off stage

with my pain i would sing and dance

And she screamed for me, only she

From within that rotten crowd

Only She.

--IRM