They thought that they could tame my love
and keep all for themselves,
they never understood my heart.
My heart is not so small.
I spread my love throughout the land,
unwilling was my hand
to make a pledge to never part.
I am too far-seeing.
Don’t try to tame me to your will.
We are just beginning.
If I stay with you my love
you’ll know my heart is willing.
I’ll stay until you’re leaving.
Let’s speak no more of grieving.
I will fulfil your yearning.
My love is in my being.
heart
My Heart
my heart is no longer an open book
not even to myself
it’s in a language i can’t read
the pages keep on turning
the pages are well-thumbed
I am tired of reading
i don’t know whether i should smile or groan
i am looking for a sign
a symbol
a fingerprint
that shows that it’s still mine
or is it yours
has it always been yours
all the time
to kindle a spark
of recognition
on this dim lit path
i am seeking an illustration
of a crossroads
in the dark
Bitter
I don’t want to be bitter
I don’t want to be angry
I don’t want to be sad
I don’t want to think about us
Or the tenderness we had
I won’t stay in Winter
I was born in the Spring
And Autumn touches my soul.
For you I wish endless Summers
To keep you from this cold,
This cold that’s my bitter heart
Since you pushed us apart
Turn and Return ( a doubled Etheree)
the unwounded self, at the heart, is still
in response to circumstance we turn
between the worlds we move as one
chased along by thrusting time
only surface changes
perhaps forever
as i will be
as i was
i am
now
gone
and dead
if you are
in cold despair
i am alone here
we turn it round in faith
life runs like a salt hour glass
hours and days pass us by with speed
which world is real is a mystery
there is an open door between two worlds
there is an open door between two worlds
which world is real is a mystery
hours and days pass us by with speed
life runs like a salt hour glass
we turn it round in faith
i am alone here
in cold despair
if you are
dead and
gone
now
i am
as i was
as i will be
perhaps forever
only surface changes
chased along by thrusting time
between the worlds we move as one
in response to circumstance we turn
the unwounded self, at the heart, is still
Peaceful
it’s a quiet early morning in springtime
rooftops arise from a gentle grey mist
the dawn streets are in silence and empty
and all in the drowsy town are asleep
it’s then i go out, in to the garden
it is then that my heart, sighing, grows still
in peace, alone with the trees
it’s a quiet time of day in the summer
when the dusk starts to fade slowly away
the sun sinks behind the far distant hill
and the birds in their nests lower their songs
with an occasional voice they settle
it is then that my heart, sighing, grows still
in peace, my mind flies away
it’s a quiet autumn day by the river,
a mirror, shining, reflecting the sky,
where white swans silently glide by in dreams
and the willows bow, heavy-headed,
a soft breeze makes the calm water shiver
it is then that my heart, sighing, grows still
in peace, lost in the beauty
it’s a quiet winters day at the fireside
coals caverns burn in a cast iron grate
casting shadow as flames leap and fade
imagination wanders in landscapes
the world outside grows forgotten and dark
it is then that my heart, sighing, grows still
in peace at the end of the day
Mad Hatters Lune
what’s the fuss about?
we’re crazy!
you want to be sane?
i’m not changing hats
or my heart
so come on Alice
let’s make a party
come and dance
while the night is here
don’t wake the sleepers
don’t trust them
they might wreck our dreams
The Sea
watching the sea
as it rises and falls
always awaiting the seventh
the rock pools are flooded
deep water drums
as each wave hits them again
the green at the heart of the wave
as it curls in the sun
and comes crashing down
fading, dying, it washes the shore
white frothing bubbles of foam
leaving smooth darkened sand in its wake
the line of white shells and pebbles
defines and records the retreat
and, for a time, holds the imprint
of my feet as i walk away
love, like the ocean, is endless
life and death on the tide
makes the cycle complete
and the loving more sweet
Dynamite
sun-splashed showers
of rainbow’d light
paint the valley far below
and tip the trees with golden glow
the river, flowing out of sight,
reflects the colours of the sky
a kestrel turns on air above
yet my heart,
like dynamite, balanced on a precipice,
could snuff this glorious vision out,
turning sunbeams into night
The Search
souls,
no longer with a beating heart,
drift in silent patterns now
far apart from memory
at rest in universals dreams they share,
heedless of a when or where,
uncaring of a how or why,
unknowing of the present I
returning to defining space,
given back a mind and face,
what they forget,
and what they know,
is still a shadow in the mind
constellations intertwined
create a tribe invisible,
as searching down the road we go
true foundations are so few
in matters solid, temporal.
when I return,
unknowing what it is I do,
I will find,
along the way,
that I will always
search for you
Little Peace
with a double-ended stick
chance pokes at me
right off the chart
right off the map
can i be blamed
for not trusting that,
when it can shatter my world?
frying pan; liar
true-teller; fire
just about sums it up
why should it be, that in telling the truth,
the people that mean the most to me
are the ones that trust me the least?
protecting themselves
from the beast
i suppose
and who can blame them
for that
shackled by earth
from the day of my birth
my mind has done battle
to keep my heart free
a life-sentenced prisoner
i long for release
or a little grace-given peace
The Dreaming Path 