I have no words for how I feel
about you
but for the primitive sound
that leaves my lips
akin to the agony and beauty
of new birth
a life fearfully and wonderfully lived
Can penetrate the fragile fortress
which guards the hearts of those
not yet known to thee.
Across the vastness and darkness
I happened upon
a humble kind-hearted one
The doors were wide open
many creatures entered care
But some left in wonder
pacing, staring over
how to cross the blue yonder
without paying the fare.
Acknowledgements: Cheyne Geligan (RIP 2003) ‘Till the Sky’ by The Simpletons
Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.
-Robert Jordan
Thick and fast
Right, left, hook, jab
Punch, drunk, reeling
Painful throbbing stab
Build quick defences
Cover vital places
Stance erect, leaning
Set, determined faces
Eyes off opponent
Solid bearings
Everlasting arm, iron will
Master, Saviour, sparing
I remember the feeling so clearly
Something severe was amiss
Walking through doors they smelled fear
Walking through streets was bliss
The occupation was gradual, silent
It crept in through a crack in the wall
The war was bloody and violent
The defences shattered to fall
The trenches were flooded with spies
Who traded their various wares
And carried off secrets, supplies
No innocent person was spared
Then the cavalry came riding free
Rising up with the glorious sun
Led by heavenly beings in three
They fought for the freedom of one
Count the stars of heaven 