To a place, where your face
last reflected...

Many heartbeats, many paces separate the dueller's...
This circle drawn, retreat forsaken, spit of rain...

I have just deleted soul,
As your orange inmates file sits leadened black...

Thirty years ago you came,
To check identity, confirm name...

I can hear the children sleeping, far away in...
And the mantle clock mocks me with its taunting...

Around every corner on every street,
Just beyond the comfort zone...

I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling,
And your mirrors grow tired of that smile...

THE INVITATION
But dawn-break born...

How vital now this day to me,
How altered from its history...

Across the orchard you could hear the sound,
Of love as your mans fist struck the ground...

Into the bowels of Hull city centre
Far, far from the world outside...

If truth were to tell or begin to explain,
How tonight's lasting memories had all turned to...