I tried too hard to give you my heart

I tried too hard to give you my heart
The remembered days that live in there
The delusions that seem so real to me
The truth that seems a lie to you

I’ve preserved my sanity in a memorial dream
I sent it by spacecraft into my hearts endless space
In a metal safe box as hard as titanium
In a container as small and soft as a bird

I’ve tried to give my heart to you
Its dusty dark streets where children play till late
Its realisations about my cherished beliefs

Its trust in giants, in gods, and heroes
Though some of the blood was poured away
Thick and hot onto the sacrificial floor
This I did when I knew you too well

I’ve tried to give you my heart
To you who exist in thousands of disguises
I try my desires on you
You flicker, flicker, flicker

In and out of reality
Back and forth from your book to your overcoat
You’ve walked out the door
Before I’ve even finished and you’re gone

I’ve tried to speak truly of paradise
Though but a single candle flame of it exists
In all the world in its time and its space
I’ve known it, I’ve known it, I’ve known it

Song: When You Said that Word

This is a song I made up at the Mary Ward centre song writing evening class with Tutor/teacher Heather McClelland of the Sugar Sisters . I’d like to say that her Ukulele playing somehow influenced what I did. I was thinking along the lines of a 1965ish pop song. Totally out of date for these times I suppose, but a bit of fun anyway. I hate my own singing and its been forgotten for about 5 or more years now in my folder. So here goes he said bravely. It must have been recorded by Heather as part of her course. PS Sorry to inflict this on you. Love and Peace.

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