Bryan Sefton

Elizabeth papers the walls of her mind
With cartoon characters of various kinds
Believe me, I tell you, there isn't much space
There's colour and laughter all over the place
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What does the lonely watcher see?
Standing like some forgotten tree
Upon the distant hill
He's forever standing there
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Once there was a little boy happy and bright
And someone to cancel the fears of the night
Back when the laughter rang all round the home
Then there were three hearts (now there is one)
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Progressive curtains of darkness drop onto coppice and fields
Deepening shades of gloom increase into stillness of night
Feelings acquire an edge not there in day
Acrobatic senses wing their way as if on a breeze
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Spring is more flush now. Nature more at ease
Mornings grey cast has touches of blue
The skies more promising white than threatening dark
And the air sings of things to come. The few
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A dust mote of me hanging in bright sunlight
The Everyman idea of sublime divine heaven
Discharged of all weight of mass or consequence
How much of me can be lost until pure essence
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See them all laughing? See them all dancing?
It's a game sadly that I cannot play
It's a scene glowing in a mind growing
But they're unknowing it's lost in a day
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Where would you take me my friend
Bright colours run on the pallet of my mind
Satins and silks make up the tapestry of me
They hide the sackcloth that was then
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When that sinister canister shape is loosed
With a simple finger to button move
And the air is rent with a searing flash
With a voice like thunder loud and long
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She could have been a dancer but the music wasn't heard
And could have been a Angel but she shunned the path of birds
She could have been a dolphin but the water was too cold
She could have been eternal but she watched herself grow old
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I have eaten your dust
I have weathered your storms
The tribulations of the leaner days
I have entered your mind
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I stand on the cold steel edge of day
As the wind bears this years ashes away
I observe a tree gesture angrily
And toss its last remaining leaf at me
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Scything his way along the edge of day
A final exult for the bird of prey
The hawk peaks, pauses, tumbles and calls
Oh so casually it turns and falls
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There's no reason for my sitting here
I'm not a bum looking for a ride
Not going anywhere, no place to go
Don't look up eager should some car slow
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When you have put yourself on paper
A trickled siberitic self confessed
Scratched out all the falsehoods
Sat back and said 'yes!
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You can thank your Mother for the man you are
And fire your rocket to the farthest star
Rattle out a rhythm on blues guitar
Take pleasure in the sound of makes
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The sun never reaches
Rain Barrel Bottom
Only dark is reflected
Look in and see
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A stone that is thrown
By mouth or by eye
One turn of the head
Sends it flying by
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You, who killed the innocent
Who froze the heart to do the deed
Who made yourself the instrument
To bring a nation to its knees
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Usher it in with gay abandon
Write it down and make it so
As truthful now as it was then
A good full thousand years ago
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