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Never Leave It

If we stay here much longer
our bare feet will take root
in this dark sacred earth
and we will never leave it

While soft sands have cradled us
and teal green oceans cleansed
there are other shorelines
there are more horizons yet

If we stay here much longer
our arms turn to branches
in this clean fragrant air
and we will never leave it

While fresh rivers carried us
and green pastures nurtured
there are many more streets
there are more expanses yet

If we stay here much longer
our eyes will become stars
in this breathtaking sky
and we will never leave it

G&T

Warm wet air condenses on the

black cold panes of windows and

outside it is dark and frigid but

I still fill my glass with ice

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The Walk Up

The silver light betrays the chill

the bitter wind which sweeps and whips

across the muted golden dunes

and blasts the trees with harsh fine sand

that once was solid granite cliffs

but nature has its final say

reduced to gravel grit and dust

even steadfast mountains bow to

the constant power of the sea

renders us so unsubstantial

brief observers in the grand scheme

standing in this sheltered clearing

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Yarra

I feel at times the world encroach

and the room become close and tight

the claustrophobia setting in

a symptom of these comfortable walls

if only you knew!

Yet I desire to deeply breathe of

the freer air the winds of change

and tread again upon the promenade

beside the Yarra where we once walked

If only you knew!

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A Three Part Tiding

The longest night is anticipation
when the morning light can’t come too fast
and the darkness seems to drag forever
everyone else slumbers
sleep and you’ll miss it

The sweetest taste have the fruits of passion
they gild the tongue with a lingering warmth
and you feast upon them long and hearty
but devour them wisely
that fruit will not keep

The longest day is disappointment
when you can’t wait for the pain to pass
they wonder how you were fooled so plainly
when they think that you jumped
but really you fell…

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Cigarettes And Formula

She carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
they carved it there together

Married at eighteen she was
naive to his temperament
passed it off as tiredness
he works hard for his family

Living in a trailer park she
tries to make her house a home
wants to keep him happy and
the thunder clouds at bay

But she carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
she carved it with a rusty knife

Softened at the sight of her
his first child a healthy girl
gave her mother some small peace
from his deepening rancour

There must be more to life than this
cigarette ash and bourbon
not far from the cradle herself
desperate longing for the grave

So she carved his name on her heart
like a cheap love token on
an ancient rugged tree trunk
deeper than she had before

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The night is cold the dark draws in
and sets the plants to crystal dew
which slips beneath each footfall
leaving trails in our chaotic wake
eerie light will mark them silvery
as the harvest moon glows above
a disc of buttery luminescence
the only witness to nocturnal flights