Hill By The Harbour

The tourists had gone, now there was more room to move,
space at last, now the locals could return to a quiet groove;
Georgiana had less custom in the fancy Greek restaurant,
she said: 'Take your time - I'll bring you anything you want.'

When we went out, then it was close to an engagement,
pinning money on your clothes, the future became evident;
and time moved on, do you remember what you'd done?
all those years ago, in the wind, rain and the midday sun.

There was Phaedrus leaning lazily against Grecian columns,
whether they were corinthian, doric or other classic rhythms,
was of no account 'ionicly,' but still with a little nice mystery,
he pondered my missed future with the Greek lady history.

It was just not to be, there were other things in my armoury,
where love would be found nicely, near hills by the blue sea.