You done enough and you can’t think of anything else

you found your heart at home waiting by the river

all your best thoughts are in songs talking for you

leaves dance for you lawns of Hove prickling cold

water from the sky in countable tiny amounts

you discovered what love is and found it

stones in the sea you were chucking at your love

you passed understanding leaving new cycles 

you can't tell no one nuthin singing the other wind 

shining out your eye sing enough to good report

a carved music outdoors 

matchstick distance a shadow's angle

made it back quiet on your own good detail

you sort of stand next to yourself and don’t rain long