I think of the Lemon Balm Sky of you and I, and all of us, as the starlings fly over head The Lemon Balm sky you always loved, and understood, as we all should a gentle shoulder to the coming dawn, to all of us a reminder of being born, and alive with eyes that see the people and the world, which forever will be such as you and such as me The Lemon Balm sky wakes the morning, glad to be free, to enjoy the soft winds and the tickle of the sea This is what reminds me of you and me The soft water against the rocks, remind me of life and what we may face, but above all it reminds me of you and of your curiosity, humility and grace I remember you know, The ships from Mahon Drinking coffee with you and wondering where from where those ships have come and where those ships have gone maybe to Rio...you never know, always questions from me, you see The seeking, the searching reminds me of you and as ever, my memories play true Well now I salute you, for all that you have taught me for nothing is more subtle, than that Lemon Balm sky and you. The bats still tumble, in a midsummer night and the heron still flies in it's blue winged flight The steam trains still rumble through sun-lit valleys and the last plume of steam still plough the seams of unheard worlds, and hidden alleys The ones we both loved all this reminds me of you and for that, all that I say Thank You