The fire is laid.
The house is furnished
and here we are,
hopeful lovers,
passing by this way again.
No doubt the storms may sometimes blow.
We both still need to learn and grow.
This time though, it’s not the same.
Fear wont drive us both away.
The fire burns warm.
I fixed the roof against the rain.
This time darling,
through your tears,
you grew strong.
I couldn’t leave.
I had to stay.
You’re not alone.
We made it home.
I blame you for this darling,
with your torments, your fears
and your floods of hot tears
and the way that you tear us apart.
I was right to turn you away
but I should have foreseen
and I should have waited
to see where the river would flow.
There were innocent victims in this
and sacrifices of love,
for, from and of,
and more than one gift that was given.
I should have seen from the start,
but lovers are so often blinded
and mostly i blame my own heart
lost love is
a severed limb
that bleeds
and seeps
and drains
lost love is
a drag in my guts
turning me inside out
a pull
a pain
a throb
lost love
is a heavy chain
until it turns back to shimmering gold
and all the loving memories,
all the ones so true,
become warm and sweet again
i have been in a train wreck
slow motion
with grinding wheels
my body is shuddering
frozen
i shake in every limb
in the midst
of debris
i sit
in classic symptoms of shock
trying to think
and feel
the thing i most need
is calmness
to see the future clear
i saw you
and then you vanished
i thought it a very bad omen indeed
it clenched my heart
in fear
i told myself
this wont happen again
but it did
over and over
crashing
you kept on crashing
but you made it back
in the end
after thunder came the rain
good times will return again
grass enriching the landscape
doesn’t look quite the same
from my window
all the things that I saw
don’t look quite the same anymore
in the desert, roses bloomed
while you sat quietly in your room
revelations can come from anywhere
but they never come too soon
great things are done
where mountains meet
it’s an uphill steady climb
the road is long and strange
i met a guy
who seemed to float
above the clouds
– a beat above it all
i had a sister
clear and strong
wherever i turned
and switched
and roamed
she always came along
i had a lot of laughter too
and fine and funny friends
strangers were often kind
there was love
given and felt
but everything ends
in the end
in the end
it’s the way it goes
it’s all quite simple really
but I am still surprised
the world is very different now
through newly opened eyes
the things i saw
won’t be seen again
because they changed my life
so i cut my hair
and turned my back
on the darkness
of before
now farewell illusions
and farewell chains
hello freedom
hello truth
i won’t be round this way again
things have a natural end
drifting in the light
of a tender touch
letting tension go
feeling so alive
taking it so slow
let the loving flow
following the curve
she’s my violin
i sense her body sing
la la la –
her skin
that’s where it begins
rolling through the arc
sliding to the bridge
touching ev’ry nerve
reaching to the edge
coming down again
swooping on her sound
flying
falling in
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my answer was always going to be no
all of my instincts said i must go
dreams are not only a thing of the night
you didn’t express it, when i was there,
when i was in pain, you were so scared,
but our purpose in life
is to travel and grow
come out from that blanket
breathe in the air
darling just shine!
look at the light
that night
my teeth
came loose
in their sockets
that night
after the terror
my teeth
came loose in their sockets
that night
i sat
with a stranger
drinking tea
until dawn
in the brightly lit kitchen
of hell
we hid behind
cynical
ragged
raging
jokes
to lighten the load
‘my teeth
have come loose
in their sockets’
i told her
‘stress can do that’
she said
the next day
they had tightened again
and i was ready to bite
The Dreaming Path 