This Old Love, seafaring ship Of finest wood & Craftsmanship Its maiden voyage Some four years hence When feral seas drove us West I've sailed her all around the world Docked in places ne'er afore found Secure at anchor, I'd explore Wonders of the world unfold Through rocky isles and coral reefs Its bow has turned me safe to keep All precious cargo Fit and well Squabbling over fine ship's bell The final storm, the wrecking one Wind whipped sail and broached hull She turned us in to sheltered bay The weight of shore broke her away We battled through torrential rain Huddled in the bow all day Then clear, still morn Sun did arise All our crew woke in surprise Old Love was gone to seabed reef For seals and manta rays to sleep We walked ashore and carried on Mountains climbed, beaches swum Though many tales I have to tell Of Old Love's ventures riding swell A ghost ship now No one believes Such vessels are imaginary I tip my hat, to one who'll come To sail away into the sun For tinker, sailor, Captain be This Old Love was made by me
A dandelion Much despised Hardy flower For every dig Sows more seed Until it spreads Its reedy feet All over neighbours' Fallow field A tincture tea To pep the heart Set flight in spring A work of art As little copters Spin on breeze To plant ungovernable Bright young weed
A skein of yarn Can simply not run free If tugged or pulled Will surely wrap In tangled knots of weeks Gently lift Like pick up sticks To unwind tenderly All to work it Round about To clothe Bitter westerly
Don't let me near a bumblebee A lizard, owl or slimy leech No butterflies or hilltop scree Invertebrates nor anemone Away with bells of pink or white Dangling in the dappled light No trudging through the crunchy snow Or campstove fires in cabins glow Pandani, fagus, kangaroo grass If you want to air the grief Far away from nature's best Put this cure-all to the test Nature lover, wandering free One never forgets an ecologist!
First time I kissed you By accident, on cheek I whispered, "see you soon" Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge - once where we met - Time and again To cool my thoughts.
Last time we hugged It was all you A friendly pat around broad shoulders As I stooped down Like a medal winner Empty handed
I could not throw my arms around . It was orchestrated by another .. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton ... I knew it would be the last.
Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.
While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
Iron Pot Lighthouse, Cape Blessington, Bruny Island in the distance.
Count the stars of heaven 