Try to catch the thoughts that flap and fly

try staying in and reading by

and watch the cloudy, tearing sky

but thoughts touch and stir and won't be tied

like brooding mystery of you and I


I think of some forgotten lullabye,

of us when we thought we could fly,

of things that we could never try

all just a phantom and a lie

I think of all we sunk: that buried treasure

try to hold my love for you, it knows no measure


This is a day for hearing bagpipes somewhere play...

This is a day for curling up and hiding away...