Nothing Completed

Beat well, heart of little lentil

Growing fast inside the belly of

The one I love the most

I will not lie, the path ahead is daunting

Haunted by those pesky little ghosts

That moan ‘you don’t know what you’re doing? Do ye?’

And when the gold on my finger catches my eye

To my surprise my hands are not the hands of my

Father’s or grandfather’s but my own, how strange?

It was only yesterday

The cool dangling earrings swayed and touched my neck

As my mother lent to kiss me

Farewell, for the evening

Thank god, for childminders and wine

And a few hours peace

Because the truth, is this love’s a burden

A garden to maintain, nothing’s completed

Nothing’s completed

And that perfume still lingers

In a dusty corner of my heart

And when I wake to a start to find that I’m much older

Yet no older! Seems time it is no javelin, soaring, glinting

In the sun, more like the track that circles round each lap

You find you’re back where you began

Farewell, to my evenings

Oh god

And to so many friends

They’ll hardly recognise me

And their woes will seem oh so quaint

Oh what I wouldn’t give

For a few hours peace, nothing’s completed

Well I know, I know, I may be getting a little ahead of myself

But it grieves me so to know that some day I will leave you

Oh, the betrayal

But don’t think on the soil above me, or the worms wriggling in my skull

I’ll be finally free you see, of my love for you and your love for me

Yes I’ll be gone, where the air is thinner

Lost, in a moonlight shimmer

Far, far out of reach, with the fruits of my labour rotting

On the side of a motorway, nothing completed

Nothing completed