Stolen

The brightest day of summer
The age of the many mothers
Who retrace their time as lovers
On the sand and pebble beach

Hand in hand now breached
They reach for other covers
To snuff out the hidden cost
Of past obedience preached

The lightest day still grieves
With names who never lived
While ages of others lay placed
Traced upon the lines of leaves

Dreams they now need for each
Strong arms of a softer passion lover
Who heeds not for the call of mother
But plays fair, firm within his crofters reach

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So fair to be

Only I
See your eyes so close

Your eyes smile
Though no surprise
For paradise
I’ve found so close to be

I chose
Of all sweetness known

Not shown to passers by
Meanwhile why
With smiling eyes
You catch the mornings night

I froze
Your eyes so close

So close
Only seen by me
Your eyes so close
So close you’re only seen by me

With paradise
We chose

So close to be
With eyes we chose
So close to see
Surprised; you really couldn’t be

I rose
The light there seen in me

Morning sky
She cries; then dries awhile
Shown so found, abounds
Surrounds me with her smile

So close
We chose so fair to be


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Patient

Please don’t turn this page
No not yet
Please wait awhile
Just for a moment

Bear with me

Pretend to look me in the eye
Listen
To what I wish to say
Maybe elucidate

Tell me

Do you
Believe
That the little stuff
Is the pathway to the big stuff

That to say the insignificant words

Leads

To the beauty of the humming birds
If not
Do you call it happenstance
Instead of love or whatever

With this moment

Hold your lovers hand
Flash a slow smile
With happy eyes
Easy breath

Give your breath

Blow those
Old cobwebs away
Blow them to smithereens
Pleased to be

The ones in love

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Sweet Mourn

I have been able
I hope one day you may

& then the quick flit
From the motorway
To the fireplace
To the carpet on your landing

To find a taste
That this time came without chase
Was unburdened
By past felt contractions


Birth of a thought
Flicker of a light
Symbolisms sultry smell
Of scent upon her pillow

The weep of the willow
As she sweeps the earth
As she seeks for the leaves
That ground her singers

Singers
Of soft songs and lullabies
Who are in sweet mourn
Unable to say

Though one day we may
& that day is to be today


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Relate

Morning calisthenics
Love thoughts turn to love
Railway wagons shuttle past
Did you take your girl out to tea

A picnic, in the park
Philadelphia & bagels
Love, balanced with care
Lace upon your knee

Speak for endless hours
Love to tell, swell as well
Hear the seaside fairground
A conch’s story of your girl’s sea



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