upon the terracotta tiles
splashes sunlight’s wine
and giddy on this summer day
I smile on what is mine
those blessings once uncounted
in days before the sun
when nighttime shadows threatened
my soul to overcome
but now dark thoughts are scattered
by early golden morns
which sweep away the demon’s old
to leave me newly born
you can line a little budgie’s cage
build a hammock on the shore
wrap your butties in them
if you’re on a walking tour
as a blanket for some puppies
or cut them up for rags
make bunting for a party piece
stitch them into shopping bags
make a teddy for a baby’s crib
or a curtain for your door
but never raise them on your poles
and follow them to war.
The morning promised hope
life dragged it through the day
and so instead of sunlight
darkness now holds sway
to bind my thoughts in blackened tar
their wings soiled beyond repair
in deathly throes with no release
to float upon the air.
mark me not in stone
nor with an angel’s tears
hold me only with your heart
in undiscovered years
when all I was is silent
base corrupted clay
remember me just with your heart
as I was this day.
He broke the world
to suit his aims
that anyone
should be so vain
lies beyond
a point of shame
that I can comprehend
another
smiling, crawling fake
who lacks the morals
of a snake
one day the world
will awake
to bring this nonsense to its end.
there is a lake, an inland sea
where all life’s ripples dwell
and deep into it’s blackened water
an asteroid once fell
this rock had travelled all through time
from behind a midnight’s moon
to take its leave of heaven’s host
here in this green lagoon
and here it was I found it
this star like shining gold
for me to keep it as a dream
forever mine to hold.
In my dream
we found the lake at sunset
the light like stained glass
behind the whispering trees
in my dream
the shining water’s ripples
refracted upon your skin
and imagination seized
in my dream
the world hummed a bossanova
each note would wet my lips
with the song of our kiss
in my dream
the dance we danced consumed
and with every passioned step
heartbeat’s almost missed
in my dream
we became one after dark
the fresh spring night
our blanket sheets
in my dream
you dreamed me too
so we’d wake to morning’s touch
and make both dreams complete.
How high can the robin fly
in the light of his first spring
does his breast burst red with pride
a lover’s heart beneath his wings?
and can his song so truly hold
each careful crafted shade
as each sunrise new unfolds
or does his true love fade?
There are no words
in this embrace
our fingertips
communicate
all that’s really
said or done
as we gently
become one.
how shall I know he is Death?
when my eyes have already dimmed
in presence of that final breath
how can I be sure it’s him?
who holds out his cold hand for mine
and leads me to oblivion’s keep
to extinguish thoughts for the rest of time
in dreamless endless sleep
