Going...

We wont see, I bet
Our fading youth again
Not even that middle aged youth
Of when first we met

We might be blessed, unable to forget
The passing of time
Maybe then take our pleasure
Repeating the rhymes

It isn't forever
Whatever they say
Don’t ever consider
You may never decline

We fight, get stressed, trying
To find our love sublime
Leaving the well kept treasures
For those following on behind

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Duple

I could have lost her love
I might have lost it quite a while ago
I have not lost, at all
The places I was taken to

I am making maps
I lose myself in the making
I am finding myself
Through those ways I was taken

Even at Findhorn Foundation
Marriages are wrecked
Lives broken and torn apart
Souls safe havens are swept away

The rain arrives slowly
The rain arrives, quietly
I won’t ever forget
Never to forget

The wind is in the roof-space
The wind whistles at the windows
We were taken out on a boat
Speeding towards Bass Rock

The walls are bare
The walls, and windows are bare
There will be paintings
There will be warm conversations

My pains are ongoing
This morning; a difficult meditation
Even Jimi Hendrix and the curves
Of the Hebrides were vague

I have found her love
I found it quite a while ago
I have not found, at all
The lost times I was taken to

I am making maps
I find myself in the making
I am losing myself
Through those ways I take with her

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Coming Round To Being

I am that rattle-bag of old bones
A dull and decrepit mind
In a worn out body

I am feeling sorry for myself
And one of us doing that
It is one too many isn't it

I have forgotten a lot of people
Yet I am unable to forget everyone
Desire it seems always defeats me

Of those I do remember:
A few were at junior school
And a few more at grammar school

The black coffee
And granola bar are taking effect
As is the young woman two seats down

I am feeling better about myself
And one of us doing that
It is a beginning isn't it

I am that saddle-bag of new tomes
A full and encrypted mind
In a born to flout body

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Cogitate

I am coming back through to you

There may be even more souls invited

I am thinking of a thinker’s night

Twixt thoughts, of the body almighty

I rest myself writing to the blue of you

Among those other souls who delighted

I am sinking into a contemplative night

Unwrapping the roses of dear old Blighty

I have the time that I didn't have, for either

Of the previously untrue not yet sighted

I am winking teardrops at the pleasing night

Enlisting the hopes that abound so slightly

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Cobbled Up

I wake early
But already I
Hear Peter leaving

In someone else’s
House I tiptoe
Raise myself quietly

I boil the kettle
Find the refrigerator
Make a cup of tea

There is a light mist
But already daylight
On a beautiful day

The living room
Is dark, all curtains
Are closed, it is warm

I slowly draw back
The corner blackout
New-light streams in

I begin to read Jane’s
Book ‘Too busy
To live your life’
What with the birdsong
And the cockerels
I think that unlikely

This is the quiet
Of the countryside
A good day awakening

We drank their wine
Ate their chocolates
Listened to their music

And now I gaze, let
My eyes fall, onto the
Simple vase of freesias

This is a home, and
It is what we aim at:
Joy and bonhomie

Ash still cools, in
The open fire grate
We both say thank you

For your invitation
‘A good do’ we say
‘Pity it’s time to go’

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