Portsall

we laid on the back on a latesummernight

when we ran out of words we could say

like two stranded stars on a deepfrozen sky

so gone but afraid not to say

we counted the stars any latesummernight

and we watched their departure all day

"tomorrow we'll join 'em" we dreamt many times

but tomorrow was so far away

and the moon, and the stars,

and the summernight sky

that dirty old barn, and the grey in our eyes

the harbour, the sea, and the rivers of plight

and still we're so far away...

and still we lay on the back

another latesummernight

so gone but afraid not to stay