frustration fills the air
our breath beats out our pace
no embrace is tight enough
to seal the bonds of love
glancing at your face
through tangled hair,
damp with sweat, urgent,
i look into your eyes
i hold you to my chest
i hear your moans express
a need for ever more
a need to leave this place
to fly
the planet is too small
the earth not great enough
to hold this burning love
the fervour is too strong
i hear the cosmos sigh
towards the urge of life
and children to be born
my heart is full of stars
i shower you with them all
my soul begins to fall
we call our angels in
to circle us above
suspended from their wings
Poetry
Lone Wolves
when a wolf howls it’s answered
answered by many wolves
the voices of many wolves
repeating back from the hills
but you,
poor fool,
poor human
you can howl
and howl
no answer
echoing back to you
it’s you
and the empty hills
you and the moon
that’s all
Meeting My Inner Child
in the midst of a storm of thunder
when hail stones fell from dark skies
a child came crawling to me
he came to me from his mother
sent into my protection
he was little more than a babe
i stopped and stooped to lift him
i looked into his soft little face
i saw bright eyes full of wonder
he seemed made of wonder and grace
i placed him onto my back
i told him to cling very tight
but he flung himself backward to earth
beyond where my hands could reach
i turned and raised him again
held him in tender embrace
i explained he had to be strong
for a journey
arduous
long
but we’d be safe
in the end
he smiled at me
like a friend
Loneliness
when i sit by the fire in the evening
my memory flickers with flames
so many images flare up again
warm hearts, other places, old names
we sat by the hearth together
so many years ago
in days of love and friendship
now it isn’t so
i live alone in a quiet room
old pictures, old treasures, past days
my thoughts are drifting slowly by
there are things I will not say
emptiness is hard to describe
and words have too much power
there are things I don’t confess to myself
in the fire-lit, shadowed hour
Boost My Immune System Baby
Boost my immune system baby.
I have a fever, right to the bone.
My condition is getting worse.
I can’t do this alone,
it just wont work the same.
The solution is quite plain.
Give me that tender touch,
the one that does so much.
The doctor says its wise.
No pill can take your place.
Boost my immune system baby,
make my molecules sing.
That’s the only thing
that guarantees good health.
The Wisdom of Bees
her heart is so tender
a delicate pink
with a deeper rose tinge
where the petals unfold
there is fire in the centre
but the bud on the outside is white
she has her thorns too
I am glad of that
she wont be harmed
how can i not love
a heart that’s like that?
it’s a flower
it’s a rose
the rose that entwines
winding its way over my walls
flowers grow far better unpicked
and the wisdom of bees
is that they know the value of honey
while they thirst for the nectar within
Buttercups
There is a beautiful meadow of buttercups.
They catch the light of the sun.
I want to lay down amongst them
and strip right down to the skin
to feel the breeze and the air
and feel a full flood of life.
There is no-one around to care.
But when i draw closer to them
I see the electric fence.
The buttercups need defence
from a barbarian soul like mine.
Skin
passion is passing, affection is pure
love doesn’t have to be physical
i will quell this desire
but my skin is on fire
it burns to be touched
if I didn’t love you this feeling would never exist
there is no satisfaction anywhere else
there is no temptation I can’t resist
but my skin is on fire
it yearns to be touched
there are so many other things we can do
i don’t understand why i want this so much
it’s not the most important aspect of you
but my skin is on fire
it burns to be touched
turning my mind away as far as I can
filling my head with other thoughts
thoughts that cool, hoping for peace
but my skin is on fire
it longs to be touched
I Never Knew
I never knew how true love was
Until after my father was gone
I never knew all the things he did
The care and kindness he hid
I never knew so many things
I drifted through life unaware
I thought I knew where I was going
Until my father was gone
He tested me
He challenged me
He was always there
The rock in a stormy sea
I never knew he was proud of me
Until those last years of Sunday leisure
How can you measure anything
Until it’s over and gone
Beyond the Mists
When Arthurs’ Golden Age had ended
and the country fell to mourn,
its true that some fair beauty faded
like the sparkling morning dew.
The earth took on a darker hue.
But I was one who bore him safely,
far away to other shores,
where the mists hung thick and shrouded,
and all good hearts can be renewed.
We sailed close and he was lifted
in our gentle loving arms.
We sang for him to soothe his sleep.
Our sails of gold and white were lovely.
On tender winds we sailed away
to the land where all know kindness
and the fair can ne’er grow old.
We of the Fae have understanding
of the tales to still unfold.
In the fabled land, Avilion,
Arthur sleeps the sleep of dreams.
We laid him in his Tomb to rest.
There, he awaits the day of waking,
in the land that’s ever blessed.
