Who

Who sees me,
Who will leave me,
In the morning and the evening,

Who will be standing in my shadows,
Watching me sleep,
And hearing my dreams,

Who loves me,
Who drifts above me,
In the space between the clouds and the trees,

Who will be picking up the pieces,
Scatterd like kindling,
Ready to start a fire,

Who will put their arms around me,
Who’ll take the warmth from my body,
And soak up the laughter in my soul,

Who’l look in my eyes,
And see it written in pictures,
Like clouds in the deep blue skies,

If I knew it would be you,
I’d put my heart in a box,
And tie it with a ribbon so blue,

Oh If I thought it would be you,
I’d wrap you in my arms,
And never let go,

If its you in my dreams,
Smiling like silver water,
Trickling through my finger tips,

Spreading a blanket on the beach,
grinning at the sun,
Two happy fools sharing a silent joke,

Wandering til it gets dark,
I’ll hold you in my arms,
Like two old souls sitting in the park

Tyrany of love

Clinging like children
in the day’s deep silence
waiting for night to fall
like a smacked child
seeking solace
in the arms of the tyrant
where she has learned to go
to find the encircling arms
are cool
and the caress
snakes not strokes
the passion of the blow
more real than this
grasping
clinging
loving
longing
desperation
written all over
a sad face that smiled
once
now smiling
with tragedy etched in each eye
slow despondent
not captured
but not yet free
half way
dangling from a tree
feet unsure
how far to the ground
hand holds few and far
hanging
clinging
In the day’s deep silence
waiting for night to fall

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Shadows

I revealed my heart,
And left nowhere to hide,
It feels like a knife,
As keen as Shylock’s pride,
Has opened up my life,
Spilt blood like tears,
And now it’s a wound that won’t heal,
Scorched at the edges by a sun so bright,
Because I couldn’t resist the urge to feel,
And now that Eros has subsided,
Soothed by the inevitable closure of night,
My thoughts are a-wander,
Like some treasure hunter,
A deepsea diver in search of Davy Jones’ locker,
To see what tentacles my soul has grown,
Stretching through the cool black water,
Grasping at ideas that slip free like eels,
Til there’s nothing left to know,
Not a single crevice or crack,
And with a gasping awareness,
The space surrounding the stars is black,
As though they cast shadows a billion miles wide,
And so I see myself,
Shadow cast by the sun.

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(H)eart(h)

If I give you my ear,
It’s just the inbetween,
And a cup of tea on the end,
To soothe your tongue

And isn’t it queer,
How these little trifles,
Sit neatly between my heart and the earth,
Nestled in tight like a hole and a bung

And have no fear,
With a bit if jiggling we find a hearth,
To keep us warm at night,
And kiss tenderly while sweet songs are sung

And also a tear,
Between the tea and the ear,
For all our sweet sorrows,
That this earthly heart would bring undone.

December

Caught in the whirl,
Crazy patterns on the pavement,
Feet like ants,
In and out of doorways,
Bearing gifts for all our salvation,
In an ancient dance,
These weary faces,
Tired and credit laden,
Marching on,
Bearing down on the Saviour’s day,
Beneath a million stars of Bethlehem,
All glittering with tinsel,
Wise men and women,
Spending all their pay,
But I don’t mind,
This sparkly shiny commercialism,
I join the throng,
With guiltless enthusiasm,
And thoughts of the fir tree,
Shining with lights,
With the scent of forests and pine,
Waiting proud in the corner of my home,
And I have no regrets,
Of the stories I weave,
Of men in red suits,
And reindeer with red noses,
And six white kangaroos,
Virgin births,
And elves with pointy green shoes,
Because this is Christmas,
This is the pleasure of giving,
And it’s meals with family,
And the joy in children’s faces,
And somewhere along the way,
Whether or not we believe in a God above,
We speak of the birth of mankind,
And we sit down to celebrate life with those we love.

Bed of roses

I grabbed it with both hands
little regard for the thorns
captured by the beauty
I wanted it all
so with bloodied palms
I paid homage to her love

And they warned me of the perils
friend and foe alike
told me to let go
before the rose withered
and left my heart and hands in tatters
but I wasn’t convinced
I wanted it all

these flowers in her garden
should I forsake all that is good and sweet
and be fearful of thorns?
Is that how love works?
On the one hand adoring of the beauty
and on the other full of scorn?

I want it all
and you may call me a fool
but only if your garden is full of roses
and not a single thorn

You my friend
would have me give this away
in case it one day fades
and my enemy so dear
you would fill my heart with fears
but I’ll have it all
so give me this love
thorns and all

Paradise

How many times
Will I wake to this scene
Where the serpent’s lies
Are hidden from me
Last night’s dream
Clouding my eyes
Still feasting on the apple
Stolen from some forbidden tree
Showered with blossom
In beautiful hues
Dream-struck, I reach out
Too late to see
This scene is all too real
And this knowledge has set a course of its own
The safest place seems to be in dreams
Lost in a garden
Where no wild beasts roam
and no serpent lays waiting
Where the grass is soft
Like a lover’s breast
And the fruit all ripe
But with one bite you wake
And paradise is gone
And before too long
All you’ve built is lost
But this is but the waking hour
On its own path to oblivion
So fear not
Tonight the dream might stay
And if not
There will come another day

Up from below

I was lying low,
Asleep in dreams that held me to my knees,
Then She came up from below,
Sunrise on a landscape of weathered trees,
And in her eyes I could see,
I had come alive,
Talking til dawn,
Where sweeter dreams thrive,
But I held on,
Kept it in my head,
With ghosts and shadows,
But she came up from below,
and took me to her bed,
Spring water for my empty cup,
She chased me across the sheets,
til my feelings were impossible to deny,
And every day since,
I’ve been swimming on her ocean,
treading water in her seas,
my shadows nothing but a drowning notion,
Up from below,
She swept me from my knees

Snow

Have you ever felt the sun,
bathing your skin,
Or the cool wind,
running its fingers through your hair,
Have you plunged into the sea,
that leaves a layer of salt,
and fills every pore,
covering your body like a cloud of felt,
Have you placed your feet in a stream,
that caries you to places unknown,
with swirling currents unseen,
Or climbed a tree so tall,
you forget your fears,
and the short gasps of wonder,
echo for no-one else’s ears,
Have you ever swung so high,
in the light of a dying day,
surging to the heaven’s soft light,
til all today’s thoughts silently fade away,
Have you ever stood in the arms of a lover,
who knows all these things,
who stands bare before you,
with no care for the dangers it brings,
Come stand with me now,
give me your hands,
though these moments are but melting snow,
it’s a whirlwind of repetition,
we’ll melt,
we’ll freeze,
and the seeds we plant will grow.

Wings

How can you know my love?
How my heart catches the wind,
with wings woven from your hair,
beating with rhythms so strong,
I can feel it in my fingertips,
it carries me,
boundless and free,
so high I can hardly breathe,
but they do not burn,
these aren’t Icarus wings,
though they are alight with the heat of the sun,
I’m carried higher with every beat,
I fear no vertigo,
no untimely fall,
can you know how I revel in it?
Every word that adds strength to your bow,
every touch that pierces me,
’til I’m riddled with holes,
I’m struck over and over,
until there is nothing left of my shell,
just a lightness on which I glide,
my soaring heart your last target,
nowhere left to hide,
can you know now?
Can you see that everything but my love,
has withered and died?