I was his foreigner
and he was mine.
we ate on terraces
and drank the cheapest wine.
and he believed in me
down by the serpentine.
how was i to know
it was the best thing
to come along for a long time.
I turned the page
and saw three children with smiles.
i looked to see
what i could make of the youngest child.
and as she blew the candles out
she turned five.
how was i to know
it was the best thing
to come along for a long time.
What do the people at the end of the world do
about time? what about time?
their secret sleeps with me.