Cathy

when bells ring out the night, will we make our mark, like a song beseeches why, the land within our sight, a warm embrace by semaphore, give me your sweet sign, in darkness and green light, our lives near Trinity Bar, say you are my sight, the Americas near or far. by mountains and lakes, lovers only hesitate a dancer whose fame decides, many a famous night like the sea off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives estuary wide, beams where my heart sank, she never left a family’s side, but came here to sing, a woman who knows her rights, her lungs like a tank, that bellow any time, could prise open a bank, next to me like a bride, her lips twist like centimes, around a constant why,