BHH

"In the pink"

Before the change of ownersThat was where we’d playBack in a pink bungalowAlong a winding trail With signposts to direct youOr you would soon be lostWe made our little love nestSurrounded by the stars Ropes and fine dark chocolateA camera...

A Night at the Maple Leaf

"Another romantic poem from my back catalogue. I hope you enjoy."

 I dance through the narrow lanes, As Tipatina gently plays, My life is syncopation, That only she hears.The lanes are groves, And the tune rattles like a smoking train on buckled rails, Stumbling thinly through the night, Its single light...