she is bewitched, bedazzled, befuddled,
blinded by the distant moon
the dark of night can’t come too soon
she seeks its pale reflection
in the light of every day
and yet it seems so far away
the moon will always wax and wain
but in it’s orbit it remains
shining from the sheltering sky
sky
Levitate
As the evening sun goes down
wild geese fly above the town,
a circling pattern in grey skies
with creaking wings and hooping cries.
As the darkening hour grows late
I feel that I could levitate
”Be careful there.
Don’t challenge fate.
Icarus made that dread mistake.
Hubris led him to a fall
and you may never rise at all.
Optimism is a clown ~
you may circle round the town
but then it all comes crashing down”
You are wrong.
As the evening hour grows late
I will rise, against my fate.
I hear a deep internal song.
The sun goes down, my spirits rise.
The sky is where I most belong
Woops! Let’s go cavorting! (silly one)
woopie-doo-dah, doo-dah-day
let’s fly, and fly, fly far away,
over the hills, a far flung thing
who’s to reason or wonder why?
i see no reason here to stay
i can hear the fairies sing!
have you forgotten we once flew?
the hour is late but not too late
i have a wish for morning dew
and mountains high
and rushing rivers wide and deep
and the holy grass beneath my feet
deep in the woods
where the shadows play
come prepared
follow the hare
spin three times
bow to the moon
here comes the breeze
here comes the spin
whirling like leaves up to the sky
the wind that’s strong will lift us high
but don’t let it blow your top knot off!
No Twinkle
twinkle, twinkle little star
what misguided fools they are
they blot you out with city lights
the ruination of our nights
they never look, they move too fast
their sky is always overcast
View from Ward 10
In the past the Oak and Rowan grew
In that place that once I knew
The Silver Birch and Elder too
In whispering rows behind me stood
From this window now I watch
One lone tree against the sky
As I wait for time to pass
Pressed against this frosted glass
If perchance a winter tree
Is the last I ever see
I hope the woods remember me.
Bank Holiday Blues
Bank Holiday gloom seeps into the room
from a flat sky, full of grey light,
pressed to the glass of the window
three days of no brightness
changes the view
this hollow whiteness
deadens the day
the sounds become softer
the memories harder
of all that is vanished away
Blue Silent and Deep
blue silent and deep
loud white rolling
thundering in
green light through wave curl
sun sparkle shimmering
drawn back slowly, heavy
to rush fast back toward me again
holding my eyes for fast passing hours
captured in a spell
moving with my breath
the moons pull
spins me in force
pulls me down
throws me out
gasping to the sky
Ambition ~ a shooting star
leaping off from a mountain top
grasping the trail of a star
alive on the cosmic roller-coaster
clinging on for dear life
to a hope, a wish, an idea
the tender world spread out below
looks up to the shining sky
blue, silent and deep
blue silent and deep
loud white rolling
green light through wave curl
sun sparkle shimmering
draw back slow and heavy
rush fast towards me
hold my eyes for hours
captured in your spell
moving with my breath
and the moons pull
spin me in your force
pull me down
and throw me out
gasping to the sky
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
The Dreaming Path 