Hilted

Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset
that Ive only known you for six seconds yet
Every minute we havent spent together
all of the hours we are going to
will come marching towards me in swathes
Hey, ah! There you are; play the piano in this next bar...
With a blow of an eastern breeze
on a flag of your face unfurled
I collide with you in this heat
under blanket of borrowed blue
Splitting silence with every smile
even ammonites hear us sing
and a rail on an outside road
rusting over with us in here
We shall settle a stack of woes
with affectionate angled arms
Will you lead me across this room
as we knock other couples pell-mell?
Promenade to a sweet dischord
In a London before the flood
to another an early fade
Nine behind us and three in front