Eyes that dance with silent laughter
There you stand
Lighting up the grey afternoon on Byres Road,
To be entertained.
I steal an unwitting glance, put it in a locked box alongside
A first tear, a flick of hair, a sea view of Skala and a coral
Secrets hoarded away. I shall not share.
From the Oran Mor to the Botanics
We walk in balmy hues
Capturing each moment, immortalised,
In your camera roll.
And I watch you. A headshot. Named from the silver screen.
Somewhere ice-cream bells play silvery tunes
Of Pachelbel’s canon.
From Byres road to Kelvingrove we retraced steps
Made months earlier;
This time in earnest
Without the rain we wander, side by side
Carmen dances beautifully
And I know that feeling well, snap my own instamatic shot
Listening to the music that pours from your mouth
Each word a new note for this coda.