Early

Most every sky has a chink
For rain or sun to enter through
Most every tree or forest
Has a gap or a cutting to see you
These chinks, these cuttings
These gaps; moving, fleeting
They give you your stability
They take away your suitability

Such that you and I are unable
We are unable to hold off the wobble
We are left to bobble up and down
In search of someone others shore

Most every step leads to a void
A place for rope bridges or parachutes
Most every breath or airborne pain
Gives surety to ultimately stained fruit
These steps, these breaths
Slow, definitely measured
They give you your definition
They take away your indecision

Such that the we does not exist
We do not exist in either fire or ember
We are life’s leftover flames
In search of someone other’s ashes

Most every train of thought loses its thread
Its ability to spread & reach speech a struggle
Most every flex of the mind is limited
By the inability to synchronously juggle
These thoughts, these threads
Haphazard, without discipline
They give you your passage
They take away your assuage

Such that the I does not function
The I doesn’t give or take from you
Such that the I becomes the island
Unto which I was beckoned

Most every year washed in a new tide
A carrier of unfathomable baskets
Most every sandcastle
Washed away in the time before moonlight
These tides, these sands
Their fluidity, their impressionability
They give you your dreams
They take away whatever seems

Such that only by their side could we walk
By their side we could happily stumble
Such as when dawn light began to clear
We had to ceaselessly disappear



From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu

Record

Time out; to hold back the day

Dream of your rays in Cornwall

A warmer sun, a longer sun

Walk on wet and dry sands

Skip barefoot at the waters edge

Take vanilla ice cream with my coffee

In the evening; a restaurant, a bar

A slow walk beneath the moonlight

The photographs put chance

To the enhanced story

One year alone, other years together

Hard to tell, from the ambience

When I was at peace

When I was in turmoil

From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu

Viewing Balcony

It is the unusual, as well as the stylish

The exquisitely planted ground

In sharp frost

Beside the busy main road

It is the memory, as well as the present

The heartbeat that rose

As I made the telephone call

From a Spanish Plaza

It is the thought, as well as the wonder

The desire to name the hard to believe

The only half understood

The reason, and the purpose

It is the ordinary, as well as the avoidance

The continuous traffic on the motorway

My dreams, onboard the outbound aeroplane

In the clear blue sky

From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu

Faith, Hope & Love

It isn't about hope, it quite probably isn't about love
Faith too, that’s hardly worth a mention
It is about my physiology, about my psychology
Time I took time to gain more understanding

I hoped you might call, but you didn't
I was expectant, and then excited, but ultimately
I was extremely disappointed
All of that happened while nothing physiological
Outside of my body, ever turned a trick

I wish the physiology was more in tune with my youth
I wish the psychology
Had the maturity of a single, or a thousand lovers
I wish I had been more easily and way better understood

I made the call, talked for a timeless time
Without encouragement nor needless intervention
I wrapped myself in a cocoon, of impenetrable gossamer
All of that happened while nothing psychological
Outside of my mind, ever turned a trick



From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu

Clocks Move On

I want for no more than this breeze

Breath of life from outside of my dwelling

Draught of revitalisation

Here, from someone other's garden

To sit, say no more than that

Without thoughts of need, or purpose

Simply to be, sat here

Precisely in the present

I have no desire for challenge

The truth of it is that such noise disrupts me

Better to have your quiet body stood beside me

Here, & in the near and far distance

To take no more than unique love

Love forever feeds my introspection

Love that smiles innocently

Here, upon our happy state

From the Collection One Crow to a Tree - Love in Separate Houses available from Lulu