Observations From Within

There are lights
There are windows
There is wind gathering
There will be rain, we suppose

And we moved closer together
And you turned over to find me
And that is when we started to kiss

There is a fire and a cooker
With friends to prepare breakfast
Or we could stay in bed till late
Rising to eat cake, or so I propose

And there are six
And we are two of they
And we didn't want to miss

There is a wood-burner
Whose chimney draws the draught
There is a Christmas Tree
A ukulele for the songs you chose

And there are decorative ribbons
And photographs of sheep
And love of faraway, reachable bliss

There are games on the table
There is mood music on the iPod stereo
These are thoughts from Angel Barn
This is the life not yet to close

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To Question

Could I live to be alone
Alone with all the guilt
Could I give to be alone
Give away all that I have built

Could I shift to be alone
Lone as sifting through the silt
Could I drift to be alone
Drifting to the day I wilt

The sun alone is slowly rising
The breeze begins to flee
Darkness is near on prising
Again we share the light to see

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You, Away (Cowdust)

A simpler way

Similar of the day

And of the night time

Meditation sways

Calm of purpose to play

With children to lights out time

Picture peaceful Mandalay

Or restless, chaotic, Bombay

Rich colours intertwined

Away for two days to stay

Here alone in our bed I may

Write of the lovers sign

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Basin

There was no one here

Yet quite suddenly

It is busy

There was nothing to fear

Even the past

Of dizzy Miss Lizzie

These are hill people

Hills and valleys

Grass to stream

Dry stone walls

Surround

Sheep farmers dream

Barns and bairns

At work and play

Tor views that redeem

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Absence Of Free Will

It is not that I am torn

It is more that my mind

Seems to go

Just wherever it damned well chooses

I have been in love before

I am in love again now

Images & memories

Which my mind frequently abuses

If on occasions forlorn

If caught on barbs that bind

I am resigned to follow her

Just wherever she damned well pleases

If to think of the spotlit dance floor

To shuffle so lightly how

With footsteps and body sways

She poses, she teases

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