In Good Times
In the top,
In the very highest,
Of this love,
When I feel like,
I am in the tallest tree a schoolboy ever climbed,
Surrounded by brushing leaves,
Like morning-time kisses all around me,
That is when I become terrified.
Getting tragically afraid that I will lose you,
Another thing gone.
I am terrified that I will have no love again,
No reason to go anywhere,
Forcing myself to be good to others all the time.
Because I know joy and peace - I fear it,
And also you.