I could be your one and only Strength for the mission Cure for the lonely I would find treasured tales Buried in our morning tide
One day these pages will open up Labyrinthine stairwell Overseen by rock cathedral Passing strangers alight its halls
Will you dance with them till midnight? Or lie with them till noon? Breaths measured by the waves lapping Under gentle moon
I too, long to relish life For years of back breaking toil Nigh on broke my spirit So bond with me, lover, friend Though plea not to be loyal to all others Forsooth, my heart's not in it.
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
Time wears down Toughest Ancient lines Layers, pillars Crumble Force of waves Cold infiltrates Slightest grain Marine fossils Tonnes tumble Return to sea Once again
Truly startling How heartache can feel Like a rapid rushing Over rocks In time, over distance A babbling brook A trickle easing its way To ocean Accepted by generous banks Of rivers To gaze upon it Perched aloft All creatures delight Tumble, preen and feed On its shores
Count the stars of heaven 