Troubled love

By Nicholas Hooper

A frown took her brow
and eyes downcast she wondered how
this life she took
would give her such a troubled look.

The trouble with love
is its demands on every one of us
to take another to our heart
and make a sequence in our art
and find a way to make them bring
a gentle song for them to sing
and raise those eyes, those troubled eyes
and realise that in the skies
the moon still waxes, wanes and goes,
the sun will shine, the scented rose
that came from briar and thorns will grow
for nature’s reason we don’t know
but yearning still pulled by the light
will give its beauty and not fight.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper