A final glass, the bottle drained, misty-eyed farewell to friends
The evening ends
To Will & Joe it's time to go, until we rewrite the world again
Close the oaken door, leave the fumes and fireside warmth
Into the cold, once more alone
It penetrates my soul .......it's all I know

From the Cross Roads, unsteadily at first I make my way, I leave behind the light
To ease the passage through the night, console myself with how it might have been....for me
Time it seems has gone so fast, as memories, dreams and hopes are lost
And I'm slowly painted out of history

Still I recall a different time with aspiration mine
Talent burning bright, I was the bearer of family hopes
The red haired boy famed for invention and Horatian Odes
I can only rue how quickly those days go

My letters go unanswered, I wander lonely, what would William do ?
If I knew ....
Late Romantic seeking solace, in grape and grain and seed, find Xanadu....and I do....I do.... I do
Sound in my ideas, execution's all I lack
And in this parish the Bells toll for me

Across the bridge I pause awhile, the waters dark reflecting true Worth....and all that I deserve
Another rented studio, another short lived post, I've lost again
Overlooked, underrated, never eagerly awaited
Haunted by my failure night and day


Nothing to say, No-one wants to hear
Nothing to show, No-one wants to see
Nothing to add with brush or pen
Nothing to tell in verse or prose
No stories left for me ......let's see

Nothing to say, nothing to show
Nothing to tell, nothing to add
One story left for me

By the boundary of Thrushcross Grange a shadowy figure takes form
Ancient & evil & just out of sight, my mind distempered no more
From the trees, cross the road then it halts, the briefest of glances we know
Of old It knows me
Its gaze pierced my heart
Then to the Heights we went