Pretext

Out of one shadow
And on into the next
Tree lights and stand pipes
And whatever you least expect

Hedgerows that sparkle
Time here then to detect
Travelling these roads
On a one-way connect

There is happiness
To dust off the regret
Then there is a solace
With the joy to inspect

I am only working
I amn't trying to be correct
These last ten years now
I sure won't forget

That first time you rang
Yo paid call-collect
Your songs soon arrived
Our souls to protect

You wish it made sense
For your rebel school-prefect
Out of the limelight
Into his silence, so often flexed

Compartmento

Cellular accommodation
A view of the mountain
A view of the lake
Stillness of the chapel
Before the wedding celebration
Joy, in the community
Who are joined together for dining

So to retire, as one
To the singular peace
Of the single-bedded room
With the solitary window

There with still air
Just one book
With plain paper for the writing
Contemplation
For all those pilgrims
Who aspire to be closer to heaven

Also the divers
Diving for lost treasures
Breathing deeply
For the plunge into ice-cold water
Before the heartbeat quickens
And the bare chest rises and falls
With the, female Adonis', breast of beauty

Wholesome

I sat and watched the sun go down
I sat and watched the dusk arrive
I waited, to see the North Star glow
I slept as well as many a night

I woke with recurring dreams
Each line so bright with illumination
I am at one at these times, but
Should I let these words ever speak louder

Time Out

Take a seat, you say to yourself
Take a seat by the fishpond
Explain, you say to yourself
Explain the purpose
Of the bright and shiny
Spinning disks, spinning
On each bank of the water
Listen, you say to yourself
Listen to the buzzing flies
The harmonious birdsong
And the sound of pigeons in flight
Look again, you say to yourself
Look again at the goldfish
Look again at the swarms of midges
No one knows you're here
You say to yourself
As you feel the sun on your shoulder

Woken By Broken

I am awake
I should be sleeping
I am sat here writing
I should be dreaming

I am alone here
It is in keeping
I have been working
But mostly daydreaming

There is a spider
There on the ceiling
It does no harm now
That is my feeling

It is after midnight
This April evening
All is in darkness
A time for thieving

Doors are bolted
Locked from levering
Who prowls out there
Is it the Badgers breathing