A Porridge of It

What is it that you think of me?
A mighty lonesome cup of tea
But I remember what I see
And make a porridge of it

For there in wonderment it glows
Mysterious for what it knows
And if it gets to where it goes
We’ll make a porridge of it

But by the time you have this dream
I’ll not be true to what I seem
So don’t forget to add the cream
And make a porridge of it

But back then when we made our pact
I said that it was truest fact
But you weren’t quick enough to act
And make a porridge of it

So now it sits upon that hill
Amidst the winter’s icy chill
But if by summer it’s there still
We’ll make a porridge of it


17 January 2007