Feel the city breathe,
Flexing her voice in the early dawn
Open up your eyes to hours alone,
Silent under the overcloud
Ice-glass harbour, sullen silent sky
Weekend workers’ morning yawns
Prick the still dawn …
Feel the city breathe,
Flexing her voice in the early dawn
Open up your eyes to hours alone,
Silent under the overcloud
Ice-glass harbour, sullen silent sky
Weekend workers’ morning yawns
Prick the still dawn
Midday soothes the patchy clouds from the sky
Summer reappears
Hiding hidden laughter inside her eyes
The city puts her smile on
Sail-specked surf sparks in the singing sun
Children’s voices taste the ripening clean green day
It’s OK
Lie in the sun and feel the warm flowing through me
I’ve got a dream gun and nothing that you do can harm me
No
Twilight finds a frame for food and friends
Evening hours kiss the parting grin of day
Saturday
Lie in the sun …
Leigh is repaying karma from a previous life by working out this one in IT. She’s a project manager, developer, writer, musician … and a recovering soccer player.