Garlands Of Stars

I’m looking forward to the morning
When my first thought doesn’t fall on you
I’m looking forward to returning
To my old concerns again

I’ll eat blood oranges on that day
With fennel, spice and red wine
And toast a glass to photographs
Of us dancing to that Breton band

How I held you as we stepped in time
The polestar of my waking night
That ancient song of love forelorn
came tripping through that sea side town

But that was Cornwall in the Spring
And I’ll swear by any viol string
That hearts will break to the songs they make
Even hearts made of precious stone

But what was that feeling
When you gazed up at those sallow stars?
I knew you thought of me though you were in someone elses arms
For we spoke of stars to many times
And wondered at their throbbing eye
Now the ones that find me in Carbeth
Find you down in Derby too
Garlands of stars for you

The morning brought a probing storm
To the south west of England
We drove in cars down country roads
I was knuckle deep in love with you

We marvelled at the sound of starlings
In secret trees in Gloucestershire
I understood their song to say
‘Never let this storm blow itself away’

But that was Gloucester in the Spring
And I’ll swear by any starling
That hearts will break to the songs they make
Even hearts made of precious stone

But what was that feeling…?