Season

 If we saw seasons

the way sunlight filters onto

suburban street houses 

and the melting, wintertime, sun

splashing on to tree branch

shaded houses how would

we feel?

be prepared oh changes we

shall not see seasons though 

they came upon us in a fury

seasons and even years change

yet my heart still bleeds

we are deep

into January 

and the lights are still up

cars gently combing the streets out of the

window

over my

coffee cup

free to be cool

free to have drunk

that hot black drink and yes

a chaste date with a beautiful woman 

and we can still be happy 

me and her over

Jerusalem we've wept 

The Lord took our loves

God's hand

God's plan

sent us out to sea

alone and unknown and oh

how the seasons slip past 

me these days

I

used to

be free

now I sit and I bleed

and my friends fingers do too

on guitar strings

Oh Jerusalem, if I do not remember you 

what will become of me?

another season