love is strength
caring is stronger than promises
promises are like butterflies
wonderful, even spectacular
but when you touch their wings
they cannot fly any more
i don’t promise
i care
love
River Daughter
Oberon threw a web of stars
Titania washed it with the dew
Roses opened,
as they should
Gentle daughter of the Tamar
Titania sleeping, dreamed of you.
Oberon bought you here
to dance
He pulled you from the depths of river
Placed you on a marble bridge
Leaving all the rest
to chance
Puck is always quick to meddle
He loves to open lovers eyes
He pierced me
with his well aimed lance
The river never flowed so far
The world was never quite so new
All was peaceful
in the wood
Gentle daughter of the Tamar
Tender smile and heart that’s true
Magic shines
in all that’s good
Mer Sea
sweet tides
in the depths
the mermaid hides
where no-one goes
sweet tides
comb her hair
she swims up
when no-ones there
sweet tides
wash her near
her sailor waits
she need not fear
sweet tides
wash them close
they sink down
in loves embrace
sweet tides
where life grows
water warms
water cools
sweet tides
the currents flow
a wave to ride
or drown below
sweet tides
the sky reflects
green depths
blue above
sweet tides
in his eyes
sweet tides
pools of love
Grief
There are two kinds of grief
Grief for the living and grief for the dead
They each have their own paths
Both consume your heart and your head
There are two kind of lost love
One leaves you empty and one fills your heart
One by decision and one by decree
The love lost through death will never depart
Both are like poison, one brings its own cure
Grief for the dead brings transition and warmth
Grief for the living is cold, icy and pure
One fills the heart, the other leaves it empty
Hearts remember the love that they felt
But life is not intended for grieving
All grief and sorrow passes in time
The cure is to love those who are leaving
Old Love
there was no need of explanations
when all was accepted and understood
sunlight filled the clearing
a path of soft grass
lead through the wood
the rapids on the river
a source of delight,
exhilaration, excitement
the boat spinning and whirling
a reason for laughter
as we clung closer
what cared we for danger
when in evening we returned
to sit warmly wrapped
at the fireside, together
the paths have become hidden
overgrown with bramble and thorn
twisting back on themselves
the Prince in the fairytale
hacks with his sword
to find his way through
to the sleeping Princess
who waits alone, for a kiss,
only a kiss and a promise,
in stories he is never exhausted
you don’t hear tales of his scars
he always succeeds
what a miracle worker he is
what a wonder to behold
astride his white horse
shining in silver armour
despite the darkness
there is a path where the rich scent
of old fallen leaves fills the air
the banks of this path are cut deeply
amongst the roots of the ancient trees
they hold the path, embraced,
they are not there to trip us
but to keep the way open ahead
the road is old and worn
Words
‘Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never hurt me.’
Ha! who arrived at that
pat down potted wisdom
shrugging off truth
with an easy phrase and a lie
Words are life savers and killers,
blessing givers, tormentors, thieves
they can make you grovel
they can make you free
they can make you feel loved,
wanted and cared for, or
disgraced, misplaced, dispossessed
words are power
words are spells
one misplaced word
side-tracks, sharp edges, confusions
all is lost and undone
don’t ask me to speak with words
let me show you, not tell you
give me the language of eyes and skin
my hand in your hair, the quiet night air,
the bird song, the breeze, the river
my arm under your head,
your breathe in my ear,
tangled limbs,
these are the words of love
Innocence and Fire
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
Love Thou Art
I see you standing there.
bare, naked in my room
i hardly dare approach you
but could stroke you into life
i’d give you peaceful colour
tenderness at heart
make you blush with rose pink
flame with carmine passion
light you up in glory
yellow, white and gold
floating into gentle blue
a work of loving art
Making Music
the joy, the thrill, the exaltation
when all our harmonies are right
as we weave around each other
moving in and out, the tune delights
we change the key, we change the mood
the mysteries of the minor drop
all the wistfulness and beauty
that makes us conscious of our loss
you bring the chords to a crescendo
i swoop the violin above
circling in a spiral, upward,
a melody of endless love
now the music plays itself through us
this is not our composition
it is handed down in trust
as we open wide our hearts
faster still, with wild abandon,
played in perfect resolution
at last a passage strong and tender
ending on a single note
Geometry
if i could subtract
i would remove
all the block and ballast
of all the past relationships
and every word i said that hurt
there would be no divisions
all good things would multiply
i would add love to every word i said
to make the truth sing clear
i am not a mathematician
my sums don’t all add up
i mumble through the algebra
and stumble through equations
to show you all i really mean
i’d need geometry
that divine expression
the balanced harmony of minds
and all the love i truly feel
