Continentals

You sit at your desk
We stand beside the stone
The gale tears away all doubt
No need for sages

We are among true believers
Barefoot warriors
Freed from their desks
Free to bless the stone



from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Dark and White

The word I chose is neat

Petite yet swell

It tells me I've told you

The rest can go to hell

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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We take our chances with love

Back into the warmth

Or did the warmth come from the book

Early on, an easy understanding

Of the many levels of consciousness

Given to me through Jung's interpretation

Of his early 1930's dream

My arm is warm

The thin pullover clings ever so lightly

These are the paths my mind now wanders along

The slightest of touches, the merest of movements

Invoking memories of a gentle love

A love even more gently imagined

A memory so easily painted

With soft lights and warm colours

A time past that lives fleetingly as a time present

An energy that reminds me

That the warmth did not come from the book

The warmth came from within me

A within that has loved and lost, and loves again

A warmth that reminds me that the loss of love

Is not love lost, but a love that floats

A love that waits to be rediscovered

Whenever your warmth calls by

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Valuables

Ribbed sleeve ends
Bring a structure to proceedings
Provide a firmer bond
To the softer pullover
Here now pull yourself together
What sort of friend
Would a lover make anyway


from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Home Service

Ever so, my mother
With her love of letters
Contentment that creeps
As lead on typeface setters
Footsteps in pleasant places
Ragged trousers, wind in sail


from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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