Sallyanne (Waiting for G_dot at the Gate)

We stood by three silver birches
In the summer night when we
First met
You told me those birches were
Painted white in the night
Lying I declined not to believe you
Sallyanne
So unnaturally naive we were
I was broken
You were broken
I was broken too
And too naive to know
What brokenness can do
Lost in a sea within ourselves
With only a desert island disk
For a raft
Sallyanne
Sallyanne now it's twenty years
To the day
I'm sitting here looking at those
Birches
And that old paint job hasn't
Aged a day
Like the Sliver strand in May
Or the day
We called a day
A day
Sallyanne
Last I saw you and Belle
You were a calm cool flowing
Breeze of beauty
Reading by the canal
The meditations of a sage
Sallyanne
Sallyanne
I've found now
I missed the play
I got lost
In the beauty of a Red
Admiral perched on
The gate
Sallyanne I had forgotten
Yea I'd forgotten
How hard it is to forget you
Sallyanne
Sallyanne
Sallyanne