Goodbye

The feeling in my heart is low

How could we let each other go?

I know maybe it's for the best,

But still every time I lay my head to rest,

I think of you and how we were best.

Driving to work, the rain beating down,

Three weeks and I'm getting used to my permanent frown,

I just can't believe I have been such a clown,

Messing around, not even with sound, shaping my fate, it wasn't even that great...

Evenings all alone,

and boring meals for one,

I Can't be bothered to cook,

It's really no fun

Just feel like wasting away, no, I don't feel okay.

I know time will heal, it always does,

but I'll always think back to you my Love,

wondering if splitting is right?

Wondering if there is another way, with all of my might.

I miss you so much.

I think, are you safe?

Are you amongst safe people?

I wonder what you are eating,

I wonder what you are doing, and I try to think how are you feeling?

Are you being just tough? 

Are  you praying for me to beg you back?

Or is it that you truly have given me the sack?

Is there a chance?  I think the answer is no,

If this is the case, perhaps we should just cut our losses and you should go.

I just can't believe we are over, it just seems totally unreal...

I've tried to just say how I feel,

and I'm crying while I type,

This whole thing doesn't feel right,

I just wish we never went wrong,

I wish I hadn't been so harsh and strong,

I wish I had cared and looked after you all along...

Is it really time to start all over again?

Playing the single game.

To date, get passed that first meeting thing,

and to get to the stage where you feel totally relaxed with someone,

I thought I would never have to do this again,

I never thought we would break up.

I have to leave it like this,

I know in my heart I am craving you so badly,

But not the way we have recently been,

Not in the angry ways we have so frequently seen,

If there is a way to get us back to square one,

please God, let it be done.

If not, then this really is the end my friend.

I will miss this place

May 1999

I will miss this place,

At only the beginning of May the sun and the garden are shining,

The colours are really brightening up now,

Bright, Enthusiastic Yellows,

Vigorous reds,

Lusheous purples,

It's so quiet here,

Only the silent sounds of the breeze through the trees,

and the birds singing in those trees.

The clicking, tapping noise of Kya and she rolls over and over in the gravel path is quite pleasing.

And whilst admiring the innocence of this wonder,

I laugh to myself,

Remembering how perhaps it is not so innocent...

The old wooden picnic table,

Now supporting various plastic plants pots,

Smiles at me as it reminisces one other sunny morning...

So many of my summers were spent here in this garden,

And summer parties as well!

Is the wolf with the red eyes still hiding in the conifer?

I guess I will never know.

We have been here so long that six very different motors have been here,

And left here,

Though, one still remains, to haunt me,

Even two husbands have loved here and left here.

All of my memories will never leave this garden,

All the secrets will stay here forever.

This gareden will laught at it's naive new borders, who believe this garden is theirs.

Glastonbury Dreamland

The wooden beads and metal Mesh draped over my hand,

This is my memoir of the Glastonbury Dreamland

The endless party, and over looking Egypt once again

Why do I feel so much pain?

I wish I was back there, amongst all those happy, careless people

All those colours is the dance tent

Pink, Yellow, Purple

I wish I was resting at the stone circle.

I wish I was spending a moment with my dragon, escaping from the sun, with no one.

I Danced and danced to Seb Fontaine

I was in heaven again, playing this dangerous game…

We saw a poor unfortunate man

Who at his tent, had an accident

His arms all bandaged, face all burnt

His Gas Stove exploded

(But he was still up for a laugh, forgetting about the Blast).

And after our little rave, we floated over to the Other Stage

Where reunited with our friends and my lover

What can I say?   REM – Really Emotional Memory

I couldn’t keep my eyes off this famous band

It was absolutely AMAZING.  The Best I have ever seen.

Sunday night was perfect at the end of the day

When some one took my breath away…

I know I was sad and Longed for my Bed,

And I know I was tired and out of my head,

But now I am home an eerie reality hits me hard.

I don’t want to work and have to answer the phone

I don’t want to be home.

My home was a canvas sheet in a field in Avalon

I was out in the open air and the weather was fair.

And now I have showered and washed my hair – I feel clean – But I don’t care

I Miss Glastonbury!