First be lost
And know that you are
Know nothing at all
Except what is wrong
Strip down to the bone
Let delusions be dead
With vanities and falsehoods
Flung to the floor.
Be a blank canvas,
Innocence restored.
A clean page
refreshed and renewed
after troubles, by age
With vigilant care
be sure where you tread
A clear path runs
Directly ahead
You have to be no-one
To see who you are
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.
Long ago in Timbramil
There lived a princess fair
Upon a lofty hill she dwelt
A crown adorned her hair
Her name was Princess Tourmaline
She rarely ventured out
So little had she seen of life
She never went about
One day her fathers Squire came by
He persuaded her to go
And look about the world a bit
Her agreement was quite slow
But at last she ventured forth
Through the garden gate
She saw the flowers and fountains there
And lingered til quite late
Her little feet were growing tired
so unused to walk
so she rested with the Squire
to have a little talk
Ah! then the princess saw a snail
Beneath the scented trees
Her face became quite pale indeed
She fell upon her knees
‘What is that?’ she asked the Squire
‘that spirals round such flesh.
Do the people eat these things
And do they eat them fresh?”
The snail looked up in total shock
”Surely you aren’t FRENCH!?” he said
Curling tight within his shell
and fearing he’d be dead
”Oh, he spoke!” the Princess cried
The Squire looked away, unsure what to say
The Princess took the Snail straight home
And kissed him every day
The moral of this story is
‘A chance remark and innocence
Can make us fall for anyone
And lovers have no sense.’
Narnia, where we used to go,
Through the door beneath our stairs
That took us down the hidden lanes
To open fields of snow again
Icicles and winter fires
Breathe of horses in the frost
Snow drifts formed enchanted spires
Terraces and palisades
Tumnus hiding from the Witch
Down beside the darkened wood
We huddled close to hear the bells
Jingling silver on her sleigh
She never came to catch us there
We were young and innocent
And far too brave for one as she
We were free and happy then
All the ways we understood
Now we understand them all anew
No witch will ever make us stone
She never could, she never will
No victims of her wicked arts
The sunlight comes to bring the thaw
The lion shines within our hearts
Our magic lives here as before
there was a time when love was simple
a clear and burning light that banished night
a gift given openly into acceptance
and all the world seemed clear and bright
my heart afire, i never dreamed of shadows
when love was young
a daisy chain could say it all
the days were never numbered
when we were still immortal
love and passion easy, my heart afire
the time of innocence is past
not all is ever as it seems
dark walls surround the garden
this world is harsh and shatters dreams
i am far older than i was
a steadfast heart will find a way
if we have mercy for each other
take my offered hand and grasp it
where doors are locked there is another
a heart afire can burn down walls
The Dreaming Path 