This poem is now a song arranged by Vanessa Lewis. I think it’s OK to post now – you’ll have to catch her at a gig to hear it!

Eudaemonia*

Walk over here,
tell me you understand or pretend with your eyes:
lie to me.
(But softly, softly
I’m more sensitive than you know.)
Then I’ll lose myself in you.

Because I held you as your tears fell,
oh well, you certainly played me.
Sequins of sound on a black background,
soft thrum, a bass bee’s hum.
Chasing the rhythms in rivers
we float on together.
We drift on together.

We drift, we drift
ceaselessly
but the beat between us fades
(and we can be lazy).

We drift, we drift
aimlessly,
moving until sleep-soaked morning.
We didn’t hear the warning.

I’ll walk over there,
tell you I understand; no pretence in my eyes.
It will be no surprise,
but I digress, I don’t need to impress you.
Oh, I have more dignity than that.

We walk together.
We drift together.

We drift, we drift
ceaselessly
but the beat between us fades
(and we can be lazy).

We drift, we drift
aimlessly,
moving until sleep-soaked morning.
We didn’t hear the warning.

So, I’ll get over this in time; I’ll be more sensible.
So, I’ll get over this in time; I’ll be more sensible.

Late August – 29th November 2009

* It means: ‘the state of being in happiness’ there’s a branch of philosophy dedicated to it (and, for fellow etymology lovers and spelling geeks, can also be spelled ‘eudemonia’ or ‘eudaimonia’).