I’ve never thought of you as less than young

Though things concern you – imagined lines, maybe

White veins among your hair’s dark ore...

No other place I’m going to

Except the universe of your care

And I’ll be at home there...

The garden where you’ve been,

(My young, my evergreen)

Sparkles with the flowers you’ve grown...

When coming out into the evening air

The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded

The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...

Peter stands, Alison stands

This is the story of our life

They stand together holding hands...

Your garden – I can hardly see

Under this glooming summer – dusk sky

The stalwart gnomes peer out at me...

Our eyes met this morning, our very 

Minds and souls seemed to join and everything 

To be said was said...

My mind’s a little scattered

Not knowing what to do

But all that’s ever mattered...

She climbs in the car

Fag in mouth and hair in wind

Fiddles with the door and waves...

Alison, my Alison

Though the afternoon is frowning

In our love our fears are drowning...