She gave me the simple gift of a daisy
that shone in the sun for one day, long ago.
He gave me a strong staff to walk the wild hills,
I am walking them now, wondering still.
Both gifts are of equal value to me.
For these gifts, in return, I invited them home.
When the night falls the twins of the heavens hang high above
Symbolic stars in a union of love.
the girl runs from house to garden
from garden to house and back again
thinking only of running
thinking only of the garden and the house
this house, this garden
the breeze and the sunlight pooled on the grass
and the swaying of the poplar trees
she has no memory of any other place
or time
the delusions of the world unravelled
unspun they slipped away
this world complete enough
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woopie-doo-dah, doo-dah-day
let’s fly, and fly, fly far away,
over the hills, a far flung thing
who’s to reason or wonder why?
i see no reason here to stay
i can hear the fairies sing!
have you forgotten we once flew?
the hour is late but not too late
i have a wish for morning dew
and mountains high
and rushing rivers wide and deep
and the holy grass beneath my feet
deep in the woods
where the shadows play
come prepared
follow the hare
spin three times
bow to the moon
here comes the breeze
here comes the spin
whirling like leaves up to the sky
the wind that’s strong will lift us high
but don’t let it blow your top knot off!
don’t let all i do be about her
we all have a past,
it’s passed
i know how rejection feels
and the pangs of an unhealed wound
and a skin still sorely scarred
now you prick your finger on nothing
the thorns in the roses are gone
i cut them away, with precision
my thoughts are wrapped up in you
spilling onto the page
hidden in hundreds of words
don’t let her be the ghost
that walks through our rooms
shattering dreams
the vase in the house is full
with flowers of many seasons
picked and arranged for you
she was only a daisy,
crushed under your foot,
never a full blown rose
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tell me your dreams and tell me them true
tell me of days when you were a child
i need to better remember you
when it all comes round again in a while
tell me your hopes, tell me your fears
tell me the paths of your ancestral home
tell me your journey through the long years
let our lives link wher’ver we may roam
meet me again on the other side
reborn again, a boy and a girl
stars will cross and circles collide
when we awaken anew to this world
we will be young, but we can be wise
let me see love again shine in your eyes
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day’s useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
The Dreaming Path 