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AMONG THE WORDS
…lost among the words
I am making my way
as best I can,
then a whisper,
this is the way
hold my hand….

BEACON OF LIGHT
…sometimes it is hard
to count every star
pinned to the wall
of darkness;
each beacon of light
a road map
across the lone sweep
of the night…

SWEET SONGS
…turbulent skies
crash down on the night
smother the light
muffle the sound
of the sweet song
that once followed us
the highway long…

PENTECOST
…did you feel the fire
the warmth of Pentecost
the warmth of the shepherds arms
keeping the chill of aloneness
at bay…

HOW THE MOUNTAIN LIES
…I love the moon upon the skies
how the dark line of the mountain lies
I love the dreaming that fills my eyes
but when I think of you without her
sometimes my heart cries..

THE WHY
…we sit and wait
for the star to rise
in the silver sheet of sky,
we ask of it
where is it going
and we ask of it
the why…

THE LOCUSTS
…a sound of locusts
swarming in the still air,
what is it they are wanting
but to strip his fruitful heart bare;
but those years,
they never shall be taken
nor the ready harvest lost
nor the wayfarer forsaken…

LOST SOMETIMES
We are lost sometimes
to the gravel road
the signpost and the corner;
we are lost sometimes
to the destination
and the way home.

LOSS
…in the space of sorrow,
carved in his deep heart
there is a well of tears,
watered by suffering and loss
and a wandering through the years…

AURORA
…fire in the sky last night
eternity turned on the light,
we caught just a glimpse
of the planets in flight
and she looked on
through the eyes
of the stars
said, the fire in the sky,
it’s just a letter
I wanted to write…

WINTER’S TUNE
…I’m watching the flames
dance to winters tune,
it can get so cold here
in this empty room
but I can still feel
the fire in her eyes,
there is something there
that warms
to my hearts cry…

LONG ROAD
…a friend of mine
walks a long road,
hums a quiet tune;
one foot after the other,
he said
it is the way
of all journeys…

YOUR HOUSE
…it is strange to think
all of this house
is yours now
yet her curtains
hang in every room
and each bed spread
with the touch
of her hand…

GHOST OF LOSS
…I came to visit you
and looked for her
in every room,
the ghost of loss
silent behind
each closed door…

THREE CHORDS
Tear up your papers
throw away your treaties
dump your decrees
cancel your contracts
replace politics with people,
do justly, love mercy,
walk humbly
beneath the steeple.

THE WORD
…in the beginning
was a fountain pen
then there was a word
and we watered
that word
with thought
and prayer
and the ties
that bind
and it built a bridge
over time…

MIRAGE
…from his garden
he gazed out
over the blanket
of haze
covering the city,
he wondered
at the blurred image
shimmering
away in the distance…

DISTANT DAYS
…of those distant days,
when she danced
in reckless youth,
we thought there
would never be
an end…

BLOOM
…heard the sound
of a flower
pushing through
the mounded earth
looking for something
it once knew
looking for someone
with something to do…

REST PLACE
…it’s a late-night search
for a welcome sign
for a love to toast
for a glass of wine
for a resting place
that is hard to find…

THE SPACE
…my friend,
what silence fills
the space between
love lost and
love retained
but yet
we shall speak
together,
as friends
will always speak…

TUNNEL
…in the slumbering hour
the lonesome wail
of the locomotive
echoes through
the hollow tunnel
of his heart…

WEARY HEART
Weariness is heavy
on my eyes,
the darkness of sleep
a welcome respite
from the long
and breathless day
that has
weighed me down.

BROKEN LOVE
We make our way
by city lights
down the dark roads
of our heart;
it is hard to find
a resting place
for broken love
this late at night.

DESERT OF LOVE
This is the desert of love,
true companions
step for step,
crossing one
to the other side,
the other
draws water from a stone.

BREAD AND STONE
…bread and stone
the father’s hand
the table set
he dines alone
bows his head
gives his thanks
bread and stone…

WALL FLOWERS
…how can they dance
when the music has stopped,
we are wall flowers all,
with tears in our eyes
sorrow in our hearts,
trying to remember
the steps and the tune…

LOVE EVERLASTING
…we sing of love forever
but forever we do not know,
a breath of wind,
a shooting star,
a falling leaf,
forever is now
and not a moment
longer…

THE ROYALS
…the old brown Vauxhall
proudly carried him and her,
king and queen together
on the front seat,
traversing the realm of life
that stretched down the highway
and all the way
to the ends of the earth…

FLAME
If the lamp is not polished
The light will grow dim
If the song is not sung
The tune will be forgotten
If the story is not told
We will not remember

When the stream dried up
I drank vinegar
When the signpost fell
I lost my way
When the flame flickered
I broke my heart

REMEMBERING
How long do we remember?
For as long as the poppies bloom
in distant fields,
for as long as the photograph
hangs on the faded wall,
for as long as the silence
answers when we call,
for as long as the soldier
carries a gun.

HARMONY
…the song of the moon
floats in silver light,
he listens for the echo
of the distant tune,
it beats in two-part harmony
with his broken heart…

FREE WHEELIN’
…around the fire
we sing the songs
that forged those
free-wheelin’ years
of youth;
once she sang with us
but now her voice
hangs as low
as the upright bass
holding the tune
together.

REMEMBERING
… we remember
for as long as the flowers bloom
and the kettle brews a pot of tea
and her laughter echoes
around the empty room…

THE VALLEY
…this is the valley
through which he walks
casting shadows
by the red moon
sleeping alone
in a downstairs room…

THE DREAM
…the words are written
on the wall of his own
sleeping heart,
he wonders sometimes
what they mean,
wonders if she can
interpret the dream…

VOICE IN A STORM
...he listens for the still voice
looks for the hand of comfort
in the pages of the book he knows,
sometimes it takes a storm
to hear anything at all…

TOUCHING THE HAND OF GOD
…there is no sky that he can’t reach
no heart that he can’t set on fire
he sees the light in the dark tunnel
pitches his tent on the borders of Egypt
gathers grain from the hand of God…

THE DISTANCE
…sometimes, the distance
between word and reality
is traversed by assurance
that in the end, the two
shall become one…

MAKING SENSE
…he sighs to himself
washes another plate
dries it and puts it away;
takes a chair
picks up a book
and flips a couple of pages,
closes it and sighs…

REFLECTION
…in the mirror of time
it is but seconds
back to the moment
she took her leave
and left him with
but a reflection
of herself…

NO ONE CALLING
…in these grey, low sheen evenings
when the breeze is not moving
through the trees,
all things seem to be
as they should
until the sound of no one
calling him indoors
is heard…

HOPE AND A PRAYER
…a gravel-voiced prayer
bounces off
the low-hung clouds;
hope was always hung
on the belief
the words would always
get through…

FAITH
…is it hard not to slip
on the granite floor of faith
when it is raining;
is it hard still to stand
in the space between
the bread and the stone…

HOPE AND A PRAYER
…a gravel-voiced prayer
bounces off
the low-hung clouds;
hope was always hung
on the belief
the words would always
get through…

SAILOR
…he learnt how to sail
on a smooth and calm sea
and what he learned
in that tranquillity
was his strength
when came the storm
in all its hostility…

WORKING ALONE
…it is good for a man
to labour under the sun
but she will not be
his reward when he has
ceased from his labours
and the day has ended
at the setting of that sun…

LONESOME NIGHT
…come down the darkness
on the single light
that stands in the window
holding back
the long and lonesome night…

DIRECTIONS
…once he was a young man
she walked by his young side
they came to where the road parted
she took the left turn and he the right…

MOVING HOUSE
…down an empty street
the slow footsteps of a pilgrim
looking for his old home
in the long afternoon shadows;
but his old home
was not where he left it…

AUTO PILOT
…his heavy heart
feels little of the pain,
he walks without moving,
sees everything and nothing,
eats but there is no hunger,
sleeps through the empty dream…

THE WIDE WORLD
…stars dance across the wide heavens
water flows swiftly down the wide river
love reaches tenderly across his wide heart
in the evening he is lost in the wide bed…

THE GOOD AND THE MEEK
…coffee cups in the kitchen sink
it's a short road to the life we seek
it's a small flame that flickers
lightly against our cheek
it’s another year gifted
to the good and the meek…

LEFT AND RIGHT
…a straight road runs by her gate
long shadows of the warm sun
grace the settled evening late;
the morning comes blue and light
there is distance here to be followed
the road runs both left and right…

…an empty chair
a quiet room,
somehow he knew
it would come to this,
somehow he knew
he would sit alone
in a silent
conversation…

GUIDING STAR
….he wanders along a side road
beneath a turbulent sky
keeps his eye upon the heavens
looking for that guiding star
that surely soon
must pass by…

NEVERTHELESS
…on the wind
all sorrow is borne,
rippling breeze
or howling storm,
it is sorrow nevertheless
it is sorrow to confess...

WHITE CLOUDS
…white clouds
dance in a blue sky
he looks up
wonders why,
can’t they hear
his deep heart cry,
who will dance with him
on high…

THE PICNIC TABLE
…I passed through
Rai Valley today,
the picnic table
was still standing,
scarred and burnt
but not too much
worse for wear,
I looked for her
but she
was not there…

FOR TOMORROW
…he lost the sound of her laugh
in the silence of his sorrow
but still it rang
a song on the breeze
this joy kept for tomorrow…

FADING BREATH
…silence settles
on that moment
standing there;
the rasp of breath
can be heard
fading in the air…

DARK DAYS
…dark were the days before him
little the light
she left behind
but little enough it was
to open the sight
of the blind…

MAKING IT THROUGH
…it’s a long road
narrow too
when you travel
on your own
you sometimes wonder
if you will
make it through

BY MY SIDE
…how are you travelling
i asked him
by a lone star
and a round moon
he replied
by the east wind
and the hurricane
by a narrow road
and a one lane bridge,
i travel by the song
she still sings
at my side…

IN HIS OWN SKIN
…tonight the moon is cold
it shimmers in the wilderness
among the fold of stars,
it calls him in
but for now
he’ll find warmth
in his own skin…

JEANIE @ 72
Do you remember the songs
we used to sing
when we were young
and our voices knew no bounds
and every tune was written
in the signature of love?

HALF OF THE MOON
…half a moon
in the sky tonight
half his heart
torn apart in two
half of this
half of that
half of nothing
half of everything
come again full moon

SILENT IS THE MOON
Tonight the moon is distant
It doesn’t touch him at all
It is hanging in the darkness
He can’t hear it when it calls

MARK OF THE HEART
…the mark of her heart
presses heavy into his
he wonders how without it
what he has left to give…

UNSLEEPING
Are you awake my brother
my dearest friend,
are your eyes weeping
small rivers of tears ?
I am too,
your broken-hearted friend
unsleeping
by the light of the moon

BIRDSONG
…there’s a bird song in the tree
don’t know what he’s singing for
I wish sometimes he would fly away
and just let me be…

TOUCH OF JOY
…the sun bids farewell
casts long shadows
across the sweep
of green lawn
an evening painted
on the artists canvas
almost picture perfect
but for the touch of joy
she once brought…

IN THE SHADOWS
…it does not make any sense
this silence,
this unmoving;
he casts his eye
about the room
hoping to catch
a whisper in its fall
or a glimpse of her
in the shadows
on the wall…

A STILL VOICE
…I’m counting the stars tonight
each one a single candle light
flickering in the chill black wind
that whispers her name so quiet…

NAKED
…he was naked in the rain
she was not there to cover him
flashing sheets of cold fire
tore his flesh, ripped his skin
in a red river of pain…

THE SILENCE
…the silence in the house
deafening
the fear of opening that door
crippling
the death of love on the floor
brutal
the broken heart weeping
irreparable…

SOLACE
….tonight I posted for him
across the star-lit heavens
the words of a broken heart,
love and friendship dancing
in the solace of sorrow…

BROKEN CUP
….streetlight
stands in its own shadow tonight
tree of life
stands beside its own thirst
our lips bleed
on the rim of a cup
cracked and chipped
and almost broken…

GOING HOME
…after the new rain
the river danced
and bounced
over boulders
and stones,
a sort of joyful scurry
like she was singing
the song
of going home.

SOME KINDA JOYFUL SONG
…she is at rest
in the side pocket
of my long coat;
take me down
those roads of
America she says,
take me to the places
where they sing
the songs that
danced me
to all the joys
I have known…

IN THE EMPTY ROOM
…in the silence
that hangs low
in the evening,
the sound of
her distant voice
rings like thunder
through
the empty room…

A SLOW DAY
…each of these days
are as long as the next,
time has not trimmed
them of bewilderment,
has not taken from them
the slow minutes that
make up his day…

ALONE
…pull the curtains
no moon beans
dancing on my floor
no stars to watch me
turn the key
lock the front room door…

IF THE STARS SHOULD FALL
…if the stars should fall
and bring to earth
her distant heart,
would you hold her dearly,
would you say, my love
why did we have to part…

APART
…it is quiet here
beneath the low hanging
evening cloud,
it lies like a carpet
smothering my heart
and I don’t know
how to feel
and I don't’ know
why we must
be apart…

ENDLESS
…there is no end
to the day
stretched from
shore to sea
we lie on the beach
asking nothing
of time
that drags the sun
across the sky,
but even so
she will not be here
at the end...

SWEET DREAM
…who broke into the sweet dream
stole the contented slumber
from the hours before the dawn
and brought the ever-after
to a cruel and bitter end….

MAKING SENSE
…some things you can touch
some things you can feel
somethings are cold like stone
and others are beyond reach,
we walk the fine line
between all these things
trying to find some sense of them
where no sense can be found…

WAVE UPON WAVE
…waves roll in
on a bleak and grey
coastline
driven by the wind
from the east,
he is counting each one,
up to seven,
there he catches his breath
and finds a brief moment of relief…

SWEET DREAM
…who broke into the sweet dream
stole the contented slumber
from the hours before the dawn
and brought the ever after
to a cruel and bitter end….

SONG OF JOY
…the song of joy echoes
off the dark sky,
the stars hold the tune
somewhere in the distance;
he gazes upon the heavens
catches a faint note of song,
he knows he will sing it again
when the night is less dark…

LITTLE THINGS
…too soon yet he knows
to comprehend anything
of grief and loss
but still, the little things
hurt like crazy –
eating weekend lunch
on his own,
boiling the jug,
a pot of tea for one…

THE LONG NIGHT
…how long will this night be, he asks himself
as he pulls the covers over half the bed,
places the pillow under his head,
listens for her footsteps on the stairs…

BLURRED HORIZON
…the line on the horizon is blurred
the distance is not clear
but look again and see
is that not a hand hovering there
cupped with cloud and water
for that heart cracked and broken
by drought and despair…

IN EVERY STAR
…in every star that shines tonight
I see her face in the twinkle
of the yellow light;
I reach to touch her cheek
the distance is so wide
somewhere in the heavens
time is dancing with eternity…

SUPERMARKET SHOPPING
…he pushes the supermarket trolley
on his own
takes from the shelves
one of this
one of that
one of those;
he pauses
thinks to himself
what happened to
two of each….

COUNTING TIME
…he counts the minutes first
then the hours,
he wonders
what has become of time;
he tracks the sun
across the sky
follows the moon
with sleepless eye…

THE SONG
…to live by the song
is to dance to the tune
that the band plays
in the light of the moon;
but when the stage goes quiet
it's a sad note that rings
and there comes an end
to the song we sing…

WORKING MAN
…at the end of the day
he finds his way back home,
he knows
there will be no one there
to open the door
but he has a key
somewhere
and can let himself in
and lay his pallet
on the floor…

WALKING THE DOG
…he is walking the dog,
the dog is walking him,
they stride out together
not saying too much,
around the block they go
for this is the way they know…

RAVEN
…the wilderness
is no place
to build a home
but all wayfarers,
passing through,
some shelter
will need,
some place for the raven
to bring
the gathered seed…

WEARY
…in the weariness
that brings day’s end,
he comes looking for her
to rest in the words
of her sure voice
but the sound
of his own silence
is the only voice
he hears…

SLEEP
…sleep my friend
as best you can
beneath the covers
of loss
beneath the dream
that swears
you feel the touch
of her hand…

LAMENT
…tonight the wind wails
a lonesome lament
a song of despair
raging against
the hollow place
that once held
the echo of her heart…

FOOTSTEPS
…in the small hours
on the backroads
of my mind
the sound of her footsteps,
somewhere beyond here,
heading for home…

EBB TIDE
…in the low ebb of the tide
the rocks and reefs
of our hearts
are exposed,
we travel a little wiser then
as we make our way
along the coast…

DOING ALRIGHT
…in the short days following
I ask how are you doing
and you reply
I’m doing alright
but neither of us know
what alright really means …

FATHER’S HOUSE
…in my Father’s house tonight
it seems all the rooms are empty,
for when I call there is no reply
and yet I know
there is someone near...

EMPTY HEART
I shall see you tomorrow dear friend
Nothing will change I know
She will not be there to greet me
Nor to make us a cup of tea;
But we shall learn together
How to wear an empty heart.

LAUGHTER LIKE FLOWERS
Her laugh,
Like a bunch of fresh flowers,
Could change anything,
Move a grey cloud,
Hold back the rain,
Postpone the sunset
Make the garden bloom.

SKY ON FIRE
The sky is on fire
The clouds burnt red
Out on the deck we sit
And cast words like sticks
Into the warm fire
Of our times.

THE FLAME
The sky is on fire
Even our tears cannot
Subdue the flame
Or wipe away the stories
That have carried us
Through these years

LIGHT SWITCH
The corridor is dark,
there is no light switch
on the wall,
where are you Lord my God?
Do you hear me when I call?

THIS HOUR OF DARKNESS
In this hour of darkness
When no travelling can be done
Prophets words appear as lamps
Guiding those on stumbling stone
Who wrestle in the dust alone.

BRAVE HEART
Take the blue sky,
cover it with grey clouds,
let them hang low and heavy
over my heart,
let me cry out loud.

GLASS HEART
The broken shards
of a glass heart
tear soft flesh
to pieces;
they draw blood,
an anguished cry,
forsaken
in the moment.

RIVER SONG 2
The song of the river was loud,
urgent, after the new rain fell,
I sat on the rocks at the water’s edge
and added my tune as best I could
but my voice was drowned
by the deep river sound
and the song that the river sang.

RIVER SONG 2
The song of the river was loud,
urgent after the new rain fell,
I sat on the rocks at the water’s edge
and added my tune as best I could
but my voiced was drowned
by the deep river sound
and the song that the river sang.

RIVER SONG
After the new rain
The river danced and bounced
Over the boulders and stones
A sort of joyful scurry
Like the song of going home

NEW RAIN
I sat down by the river
I watched the river flow
It was after the new rain
I pondered how deep
it would go

UNUSED WORDS
A mouthful of unused words
cannot be easily consumed,
we will surely choke on them
if they are not spoken in time’
if the silence is not broken.

A FRIENDSHIP
Darkness follows the sun down
on new year’s day
friendship slips over the horizon
it is here to stay;
somethings you can do without
while others are the essence
of what darkness and light
and these days are all about.

SAILOR
He is sailing back
to the shore
across the seven seas
he has roamed
he sets his feet
on the dry land
for now he says
he will call it home.

THE LONE SINGER
She sings a song
I can never sing
for I did not learn how;
some say it is not too late
but the circle
has been broken
and the song is hers alone.

PLAYING WITH FIRE
He is chasing the wind on the water
He is calling up the breeze
If the storm should knock him over
He will crawl on his hands and knees

MEASURING TIME
On the mountain
the law becomes flesh,
the years a road map
by which time unfolds,
and you my son
carve an ascending path
by fear and wonder,
through light and dark,
to heart and home.

WHAT IS DUE
Looking back on the way he has come,
he asks for forgiveness
where he needs to be forgiven
and asks for praise too
where praise should be given.

CHOICE
We carry the weight of the years
the solid stone is sometimes
split in two and the choice
is between what has been
and what is to come.

WOOD SHED
The wet and rotten wood
is cleared from the old shed
to make way for the
new season’s fire stack;
but first
the leaky roof
is repaired.

TAROT
She burns incense,
says the cards speak
louder than the word;
me, I’m not so sure
for I have never heard
a card speak louder
than my heart.

MIHI
She took the microphone
and turned it into a song,
she danced and she sang
until she had nothing left,
until our eyes wept.

OF LOVE
Of love
what is known
except that
it travels a long road,
carries a full load
and rests easy
beneath the sweep
of golden stars.

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