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Category: Longing

Grandmother’s Town

Yes you are from here but
this place has changed so much
would you recognise it?

Maybe the bones

The clock tower is still here
which my grandfather knew
that he rode to in the mornings

And the lions in the park

But the streets are so busy
and the faces aren’t the same
all the voices now are different

It’s like the league of nations

Maybe the bypass is a blessing
no longer have to wander through
the streets of your Father’s city

Yes, he’s still here

There’s a hip new pub now
in the church where you married
I’m glad you haven’t seen it

Spared that indignity

Not A Flower

Beautiful summer bloom

illuminated in the sunlight

did I pick you too soon?

from your comfortable vine

you seemed to call out

with your show of petals

and thick lush foliage

and now you shrink

beneath my every touch

is it fear or delight?

that moves you to shiver

and now I tremble too

was it so selfish of me?

Thoughts Amongst The Din

I live for quiet moments
like in the summer evening
when the burning oranges
become soothing indigo

I live for quiet moments
like on the waters edge
as the tide moves inwards
and laps at sandy feet

I live for quiet moments
lying underneath the stars
blazing meteoric curtains
while our fingers finally meet

Once Again

your trap spring has gone and caught me
even though I knew the score

should have kept back when I saw them
footprints on the dusty floor

I am a hope-less fool romantic
laid it all down at your door

should not have trodden any further
someone else had gone before

Better Skies

Maybe somewhere there are better skies for us

Room to spread our wings and a fairer air

Sweet cool breeze and smell of the ocean

Broad horizons and endless summer nights

Sleeping under a billion pinpoints of light

I Also Want

I want to lie with you in a green field
feel the cool grass against our necks
the soft breeze across the paddock
and the brush of your hand on mine

I want to walk with you on a quiet beach
smell the salt and the clean brine air
lay our warm blankets in the dunes
crack a flask of creamy hot chocolate

I want to sit with you in a forest clearing
let the pine needles fall through my fingers
watch you as you fill your sketchbook
breathe deep of the damp woody perfume

Twinkle

Twinkle on the harbour, stars…

a token in light for me to keep

burn brighter on this my final night

and stay here for me

until I return

January

You were so vivid on Saturday
I was listening to your song
the one about the space man
so strange and full of wonder

I’d been waiting for you for days
to hear what you had to tell me
this time could be the last
I hoped like crazy that it wasn’t

You sounded lively and electric
new things and places to explore
a jewelled skull on a faraway world
clear signal to the initiate one

Then you were gone on Sunday
I was listening to your song
the one which became a farewell
so quiet and yet full of wonder

Dark Days

dark pendulous clouds

a lingering bitter chill

we all yearn for warmth

a little sliver of light

I know…

I want nothing more than to grip your hand
and stare across the harbour at the other side
as the sun goes down beneath the inky hills
the hustle and bustle behind us finally

I want nothing more than to sit with you
while you work intently by electric lights
as the night envelops us in this little room
our private island of calm and concentration

I want nothing more than to hold you close
and shield you from the midnight terrors
as the witching hour approaches and then flies
a warm and impregnable fortress of blankets

Selfish, I know…