Customs Hotel from Parliament Lawns, lutruwita / Tasmania.
It's too easy to imagine If all the stars fell Out of the sky Dark nights Would be warmed by Street lights
Into the starlit darkness She treads carefully By the fireside Flame flickers In her eyes shining Until dreams take over Healing sore bones Until birdsong breaks Through her thoughts Each morning
Slip back into this Young person No longer little ones Walking sleeping Puppies Big ones Greetings by The cadence of feet Percussive Keeping us all moving To the same beat Just to be Long moments With each of us
Why we apply to our persons These analogies of nature As I pluck the expired flowers And spotted leaves In the midday sun In my pyjamas Don't they produce With time sun rain The most delicious Rosehip tea? But I comply with Expectations To make the neighbourhood Beauty increase With bright blooms Swaying on the warm breeze For people to remark upon Or else consider Their most natural state Caused by neglect When we glance at things Both consider the seed From whence it came Somewhere like loving hands Or soles of feet A birds belly We gaze upon living things Nourishment from above Though call the source Different things All knowing we each Desire respect and love
Making mountains out of trenches Growing roots connecting Healing broken paths empty Life abounding arising Remaking returning Unleashing spores free To be born again
A mountain spring Cool and clear Need to live The more I have The more I give Keeping me Away from edge Steadying me Dizzy head Giving out Above and beneath The surface Giving beauty and life To everything