York Love SongYork Love Song
Damp and groggy, premature mid August night;
the yorkshire wheel is half in shadow; half in light.
York's ferris wheel is sick and needs a touch
of magic to restore to life each second hutch.
Across the town the faulty booths spin silent out
until their very presence seems in doubt.
Are they even there at all, the silent-dark?
The hiding sibling-partner to each one with spark?
But well I know, as I have played the silent part
invisible companion to a far-off heart
that just because we do not seem to walk in pair
does not mean I am not whole aware
of every beat of your heart 'cross the plains
beneath the traveling call of England's rains
Now comes the rain and puts itself before the wheel;
now comes your train and we must disengage and peel
apart our welded carriages of soot and fire;
bequeath my shadow-soul to you, desire.
So I shall function; Soul without all parts
'till you return and home our twin-linked hearts.