Precious Late

They sang in the streets Neon lights, buzzing night Glasses raised to celebrate Times are good; precious late! They danced on the sand Pale moon nestling in clouds They walked hand in hand His cigar smoke forming clouds They settled in the bed Made love like newly weds They couldn’t believe their luck Something better than what they thought would be good! All that I had worked! All that I had given! All that I had saved! All that I had striven! Their breakfast and cup of tea Their elegance and their ease! But what if they could see? The dead man sat here wants a cup of tea! The murdered man sat here The murdered man who will never disappear! For they killed me - made it look like it was me? My wife, my house, my dreams! Sometimes I think he senses me, ill at ease he sometimes be! In the night a cold breeze comes while the summer night is still and warm! A shake of curtain but no breeze Footsteps up the stairs in the dead of night keeps his eyes peeled A whistle of his favourite tune! Sleep don’t come easy in MY bedroom! He knows I’m here - he is no fool!