In the Future

And the soil turns to sandstone
Among the rolling hills
The distant cries of songbirds lark
The agapanthus amongst the fields

Under thick hardened blue gum
Red picnic mat we lay
With grapes and soft hand in mine
We`ll watch our two kids play

For thou spirit brings good measure
And kindness through the years
As we grow up through our lively hoods
Grown-up from childhood fears

And I`ll smile my small childish grin
With humour and some purpose
As you look into my blue-green eyes
Together, exquisite, Imperfect

Long lost words we now could say
Break the ice, don’t be afraid
I miss you, in every way
No matter how much we stand to pay

But the cheesiness
Becomes insecurity
And the dark, star sparkled stage

Becomes much brighter than we
Remember it

And in the light, we`ll stay
Awake.
The Fish of the Sea.