Breakfast with me
The morning sun sparkles and dances on the tears in my eyes
Breakfast with me at a table for three
I’d love to soar above this world, above the sound of my cries
To spread my wings and from the pain fly free
I eat some chopped fruit, I like it and it’s good for me
I cut my potato fritter into sixths it seems the right thing to do
I eat it with bacon and flush it down with coffee
But no matter what I try I still miss you
I cannot feel the rhythm and I cannot hear the rhyme
Despondent are these words and lines I write
Breakfast with me perhaps with some time
Will be more fun will be more light
To scavenge the crumbs from tables and chairs
Cheeoo cheeoo they come in pairs
In they flutter two by two
Whatever happened to me and you
I know him, I know his call
I see him as friend not sure he cares for me at all
I see you as soul mate not sure how you see me
A Redwing Starling hand fed at my table
I’m humbled and honoured by this trust enabled
Tears flooding my eyes as I remember our trust that has died
My heart in overdraft
Oh just to get back to zero, to nothing
That would be a great start
I beg and I plead but the pain won’t recede
I try to distract
I try to replace
But I cannot retract
The tears from my face
A Grey Lourie shouts go away
With him I couldn’t agree more
How I wish to laugh and play
And on this heartache close the door
What am I to do, how am I to mend and heal
How do I get through this hurt I feel
But right now it’s a lonely and miserable time
Choking down this breakfast of mine
The morning sun sparkles and dances on the tears in my eyes
Breakfast with me at a table for three
I’d love to soar above this world, above the sound of my cries
To spread my wings and from the pain fly free
I eat some chopped fruit, I like it and it’s good for me
I cut my potato fritter into sixths it seems the right thing to do
I eat it with bacon and flush it down with coffee
But no matter what I try I still miss you
I cannot feel the rhythm and I cannot hear the rhyme
Despondent are these words and lines I write
Breakfast with me perhaps with some time
Will be more fun will be more light
To scavenge the crumbs from tables and chairs
Cheeoo cheeoo they come in pairs
In they flutter two by two
Whatever happened to me and you
I know him, I know his call
I see him as friend not sure he cares for me at all
I see you as soul mate not sure how you see me
A Redwing Starling hand fed at my table
I’m humbled and honoured by this trust enabled
Tears flooding my eyes as I remember our trust that has died
My heart in overdraft
Oh just to get back to zero, to nothing
That would be a great start
I beg and I plead but the pain won’t recede
I try to distract
I try to replace
But I cannot retract
The tears from my face
A Grey Lourie shouts go away
With him I couldn’t agree more
How I wish to laugh and play
And on this heartache close the door
What am I to do, how am I to mend and heal
How do I get through this hurt I feel
But right now it’s a lonely and miserable time
Choking down this breakfast of mine
- Jane Burd 2009
