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The Road to Lincoln

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without sleep beneath the stars,
stumbling through the darklands
we skirted round the adder woods,
out, through silvered parklands

a moonlight, starlight princess
ahead of me, perfection,
my blanket round her shoulders
with only vague directions

we found the moonlit way to town
she walked ahead on silent feet
with many quiet miles to go
my love was real, complete

a moment came with sinking stars
imagination opened, a bright illumination,
all was as it should be, never could be
a short glimpse of liberation

without sleep beneath the stars
love remained unspoken
all was as it would be
the stars sank down, a fading token

the mystic dawn rose gently, new,
a soft mist stretched across the land
her long hair crowned with sparkling dew
we took the road to Lincoln

without sleep and wide awake
the night was over, washed away
back in noise and traffic
the harsh realities of day

i was never really as i seemed
a little lost and moonstruck
i was always wondering,
without sleep beneath the stars

Seeking the Nectar

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the seed is small

curled up and tight

and now, given water,

it bursts through to light

the most beautiful of flowers

i inhale it’s gentle blossom

and worship its beauty for hours

 

each leaf, each petal, each pattern

the way the colour gradually changes

from the centre to the edge

every aspect as nature arranges

in intricate and elegant design

the unfolding petals curve outward

as it opens and captures the light

or closes again in shadow

a butterfly resting from flight

 

see how the stamen grows upward

from the nectar that stirs at the heart

i want to cup these petals so gently,

not crush them or thrust them apart,

taste the dew from the leaves

seeking the nectar and drinking

i want to dive into the pool,

to the source of the mystical scent

no thought in my head, not thinking

diving, swimming, sinking

breathing,

gasping,

drowning