Following with your eyes the flight of a heron over the river and then
Finding yourself flying
And lying happy on the grass listening to
A subtle sorrow
And at night scanning the hill to find out
Where the sun goes to sleep
Wondering why when sadness falls
Deep in your heart
It falls silently like snow
And driving in the dark like a madman headlights off
To see
If it’s so difficult to die
And clenching my hands tightly to stop
Something that
Is in me
But is not in your mind
You can’t understand
If you like call it
Emotion
If you like call it
Emotion
Coming off the moor in the morning
Where you can’t see your hand in front of your face
To find yourself again
Chatting with a fisherman
For hours and hours
So that you don’t feel that something inside you is dying
And firming the soil round a green seedling
Hoping that one day
A red rose will grow
And punching someone
Just because he’s been a bit rude
Knowing that it’s not the insults that hurt
And closing my eyes to stop
Something that
Is in me
But is not in your mind
You can’t understand
If you like call it
Emotion
If you like call it
Emotion