Reunion Bell from Goldfinch by David Leonard Briggs

We lost touch some way-back-when.
Three children raised and fledged since then.
But I heard you took off
In the night for another life.
Left it all far behind,
Changed your name,
Learned to travel light.
I guess you'll never find
What you need on Straight Street.
Hope it's there on the road
As it rises to meet you.

Moon-struck dreamer,
Wind-blown cotton seed.
Self-styled prophet of a fruitless creed.
I recall how you'd try
To ignore what was broken,
How you thought you could say
What's best left unspoken,
Find what's lost, save what's spent,
Know which way at the junction.
Here it's late, we've grown old,
Can you hear the reunion bell?

So tell me how you've counted.
And has it all been worth it?

I live here in this same town.
Could find my way
Drunk and blindfold.
And I think that one day
You'll pass through on a dying whim,
Tell me how you made peace
With your fall from the seraphim.
I guess we chose our paths
Some years back at the junction.
Here it's late, we've gown old,
Can you hear the reunion bell?


Vox / Hofner HA-JC07 acoustic rhythm and lead guitar / Ashbury dobro slide guitar / Hofner violin bass guitar / Kastner studio piano / bongos / ostrich rhythm egg

• Folk
• Somerset
• country blues
• folk
• poet
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom