Monthly Archives: November 2016

Confession


You are my lodestar
On dark nights, on bright nights. 

You are my solace
In autumn and in winter.

You are my surprise
In spring and in summer.

You are my wonder
Blazing through the fog.

You are my beacon
Serenading the storm.

You are my hope,
A sky of marvels.

You are my treasure
Richer than gold.

You are my branch
Upon which I dance.

You are my water,
A sacred spring.

You are my life
Wherein I flow. 

You are my morning,
A map unfurled.

You are my evening,
Starlit, the world. 

You are my present,
A promise unwrapped.

You are my future,
Unclose your hand.

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All My Thoughts

All my thoughts they swim towards thee
In a stream that blends you and I.
Over mountains, rocks, sand and scree,
All my thoughts they swim towards thee.
When I find myself steeped in tea
Or above earth flying so high,
All my thoughts they swim towards thee
In a stream that blends you and I.

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Nurture 

Beauty falls

Resurrected by

The hand of love

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Lily of the Valley

I bought you some flowers
Once,  to welcome in the Spring
A March celebration
Fresh love singing
Across continents.

How soon their glory
Faded, stripped and shorn
Of wild imaginings.
Words soon soured
Mingled with grief and sorrow.

Lying between your thighs
The sun failed to rise
On our poisoned lives
Yet the sweetness we shared

Remains clear as a stream
Burnished in the stunted
Rays of the winter sun.

This desire suppressed
By a terse affair
Steeped in joyless pain.

The lily shall rise
Again,  pulsing
With a bright promise
Richer and rarer.

Unmixed with confusion –
A glorious scent
Lasting through the seasons.

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Come…

​Come sit with me
Love and drink some tea
We’ll laugh and dance
Give in to liberty.

Come sit with me
Revel in mystery
We’ll leap and sing
Of all there is to see.

Come sit with me
By the rippling sea
We’ll build a fire
Marvel in felicity.

Come sit with me
Relish tenderly. 

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