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Living

Desire for life
Is a wave
That ebbs and flows
On the shoreline
Of our searching minds.

Desire for sex
Is the rain
That floods and runs
On the map
Of our pulsing days.

Desire for peace
Is a wind
That gleams and streams
On the hills
Of our risen needs.

Desire for love
Is a sun
That flares and bursts
On the banks
Of our fragile hearts.

Desire for life
Desire for sex
Desire for peace
Desire for love

Reside in desire.

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Two

Two hands
Two hearts
Two minds
Two silences
Two bodies
Two laughters
Two souls
Two passions
Two visions.

The tracks
Of all the earth
For living.

Two spirits
Two travellers
Together.

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Rhossili Down

A morning draped in mist.
Waves hugging the seashore.
Weariness unclenching its fist.
Crows surfing the biting breeze.
Rocks rising in sudden sharpness.
I thought how sweet it is to live.
Voices steeped in buoyant laughter.
Man’s folly is easy to forgive.
Gullsong burning the clammy air.
The sun waits, eager to share.

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L’Amour

Love is the only thing one should live for.
Love is the only thing one should consider.
Love is the herb that soothes ancient sorrows.
Love is a wave that carries us to new worlds.
Love is warmth for the jaded soul.
Love is a hat to be worn in all seasons.
Love is light illuminating the darkness.
Love is fire, linking heart to heart.
Love is an ocean in which happiness swims.
Love is the sun, the moon, the wind, the stars.
Love is time dissolved in laughter.
Love is touch healing old scars.
Love is a smile greeting a smile.
Love is a charm, the way to stay calm.
Love is fragrant, freshened by passion.
Love is care, bathed in devotion.
Love travels far across seas and lands.

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Wherever I Go

Wherever I go

I carry you

A smile of light

A voice of warmth

A lake of peace.

Wherever I go

I carry you

How easily

The darkness

Is torn.

Wherever I go

I carry you

A totem of mirth

A bowl of grace

A hand of hope.

Wherever I go

I carry you

The song goes on.

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Wouldn’t it…?

Wouldn’t it be lovely if we lived by bridges instead of walls? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we acted out of love instead of hate? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we didn’t discriminate in any shape or form? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we saw the good instead of the bad? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we spoke tenderly and not callously? Wouldn’t it be lovely if peace rather than rage was the answer? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could rise and rise and not despise? Wouldn’t it be lovely to forgive and rest? Wouldn’t it be lovely to picture the best? Wouldn’t it be lovely to live in bliss? Wouldn’t it be lovely to seize the thread? Wouldn’t it be lovely to stay undead? Wouldn’t it?

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Ridge

Roaring winds sharpen the senses

In a swell of surging fury –

Drifting, shifting, sifting;

Gladdened hands offer prayers

Enveloped in mists of love.

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