I balance my hot coffee on the edge of the window sill
I look out on the frosty day, seeing you, collar up,
head down, determined to leave this place,
Struggling up the ice that covers the hill.
I draw a heart around your retreating shape
Where the coffee steam rises on the cold window pane
Inevitably you walk on, out of its already weeping embrace
Until you finally vanish, lost in the white landscape
Gone without a trace.
the day i heard the mermaid sing
i struggled homeward
down by Tregudda Gorge,
the sky was grey, the wind was wild,
it blew in from the west
and lashed the waves across the bay
it tore with icy fingers, tugging at my hair
as raindrops filled my eyes
her song was sad and haunting
tears mingled with the rain
without words she filled my heart
and tore my soul asunder
they say that if you hear her sing
you’re surely cursed forever
but there is no greater wonder
than the beauty of her song
a deep felt wish i cant explain
has never gone away
but i would be gladly be twice cursed
to hear her once again
they say love dwells in the heart
that red mysterious chamber
that pumps three billion times
if you are blessed to remain
for your three score year and ten
it’s so good to hear it beat
again and again and again
that reassuring thud in your chest
until the day comes
when you know that your heart
might need an operation
or a little adjustment
or even a replacement
and one thing i guarantee
it will stop in the end
it’s a fickle friend indeed
if love resides in the heart
how can we ever say
that it out lives death and stays?
i want my true love
to dwell in a safer haven
to be carried life to life
if such a thing is possible
i don’t want to forget
i want to be able to find
those people i loved
by some imbedded instinct
the next time around
and hope i may find them sooner
to not waste a single heart beat
so pump away little heart
while you are healthy and whole
but don’t expect me to trust you
to look after love everlasting
or control my deepest feelings
i will keep my love
wrapped round my soul
entwined with my deeper being
soaked into my essence
my ethereal whole
and all that’s essential
to be existential
in some other future world
my soul is always with me
Tamara told me the answer to this puzzle (her answer at least) – what do you think it is?
What is it
That makes lovers whisper silly words all through the night.
What is it
That makes the painter rush home to paint the girl he met.
What is it
That makes the poet forget his dinner under the rain of words.
What is it
That makes the baby find her mother’s breasts while sleeping.
What is it
That makes that tough boy smile when he recalls his first kiss .
What is it
That makes my lover run into the night when I’m gone asleep .
they watched me
my familiar demons
always watched me
to seek a way in
setting their subtle
last minutes traps
never exactly a sin
more a delusion
or sudden mishaps
they watched me
i thought i knew them
pride before the fall
a deep need for freedom
self doubt and denial
no trust in love, no hope
faith always on trial
they used my own mind like a rope
they watch me now still
they don’t like what they see
i left their dark reach
i blocked up the breach
i am finally free to be
i follow my heart
they cant see in there
i don’t let them have the key
pebble falling
floating into hidden depths
it settled on the river bed
to rest there
long and lasting
rolled only by the river
moved by natures forces
while the ripples hit the bank
and rippled back again
where do the ripples go?
how far would they continue
if there was nothing
to contain them?
would they go on and on
beyond my power of seeing?
words are just like pebbles
reaching hidden depths
they too have their ripples
bouncing off each other
spreading outwards
in ways we never know
love is not always
as fragile as it seems
if it’s founded on truth
and nestled in dreams
Ceres hands have been at rest
Now she spins her spells anew
And the land is freshly blessed
Magic sparkles in the dew
Her song of rebirth wakes her daughter
Hidden in the ancient depths
Held in night that brings no day
Persephone has been away
Bringing comfort under earth
Distraction in the realms of death
Where darkness broods in Pluto’s lap
Until in time she is released
To shine in glory once again
Child of Spring and Summers breath
April showers bring the rainbows
Seven coloured belt so rare
Girdled round Persephone’s waist
Scattered daisies in her hair
Dancing bare foot in the grass
Whirling, spinning, wild and wanton
She spreads enchantments everywhere
Where she steps the flowers bloom
And we know that winter’s past
Here is comes!
The Overture!
Winter ice melts away
Runs in rivulets of water
Puddles reflect a silver sun
Splattered light, all a-dazzle
The snowdrop rings a tiny bell
Listen close
It bows its head
With tender grace
In sweet sonata
Shy performer on life’s stage
The crocus come
Gentle choral
Adding colour
Bringing warmth
The trees burst forth in emerald bud
Birds fly in from warmer climes
All sleeping creatures come awake
All is chatter, all is bustle
Adding to the seasons song
In the garden
Daffodils march in
Blaring trumpets
Yellow chalice
Golden gongs
Gilly-flowers join the dance
Forsythia, Hyacinth,
Frezia, Lilac, Helleborus
Cornucopia of scent
Blue bell carpets in the forest
Where the shade is damp and dense
All the worlds a jubilation
Sung forth from the blackbirds throat
Bringing joy to the morning
Making all our spirits rise
Flying upward with the birds
To the bright cerulean sky
Two lovers
separated
by the stretch
of open ocean
endless sky
moonlight passing
day to night
Arjuna’s window pointed west
While Rosa’s looked out to the east
Of their love they both were sure
Only water lay between them
Only time would be the test
Whether love could long endure
They had vowed to watch the moon
Each one in their lonely room
Far apart, but close in heart
They watched the silver face
Passing in and out of sight
Held aloft in lovely light
Counting moons
The months passed by
In time Rosa ceased to cry
She had now become enamored
Of watching starlit nights
And changing skies
Counting moons
The years passed by
Arjuna drowned his tears in books
Slowly he began to write
He described the stars
And all the glories of the night
He described all she saw
As they watched the sky together
Together yet so far apart
They reached a sweet contentment
Beyond the reach of lovers art
Contemplating all they saw
Did they ever meet again?
If fate was kind I think they did.
Where it was I cannot say.
May the light of heaven lead them.
The moon has never shone so bright
As I saw it shine tonight.
The Dreaming Path 