And you as hopeless and troubled as I
Hitting the pen and the bottle at the same time 

Snug tight in a valley just touching the sky
Words flowed freely, catching the heron 
and what it means to be alive.

I first met you when the first red pen brushed my soul
Blue and black came unwanted

I was looking for someone
Who had all the colours inside 
and you laid them out before me

spring air the fresh tide and all life’s troubles 
that rip us up