Poetry

Friday, 21 November 2025

Spinning

 She puts me in a spin

Don't know if I'm head or tails

I just know I should be coming in

But I keep going out watch the whales


It's a life that's a mystery in

What she means to me is like a hall of mirrors

And I get lost when I walk in

I think I'm seeing me, but it's her that's clearer


I would like a mountain scene

Or a volcano that's exploding

Then at least I'd know where I'll be

Instead of lost in this geography of despairing


Can you give me a golden key

One to the dress that you are wearing

Because I'd like to unlock the door

And then I'd know how we were faring




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