I write to you
In ink of indelible blue
I have news for you
Which I believe to be true
I write to you
To say that I wobbled too
I gift these words to you
Perhaps yet another clue
I write to you
With a pen which dribbles through
I have new hope for you
My thoughts in indelible blue
What don’t I already know
What would be good for me
How do I begin the journey
To find that which I do not already know
Might you offer guidance
Provide worthwhile suggestions
Gift me the true magic
Of the already known
Do I have to walk further
Tread new paths, a long way
From the security of home
Do I need to join conversations
Take new positions, possibly at risk
Of loss, and solitary times
What is it all about
Actually I would rather wait
Before you respond
Though not to wait so long
That the imperative meaning
Becomes feint
So feint in fact
That its breaking open
Is obscured or defeated
Better then, with your answer
To rephrase the question
With your own understanding
Only at that time to pour forth
To illuminate the skies
Way beyond the treetops
We go many ways
I arrived here today
Who knows where next
Not often
Entirely of my own making
I trust you understand
Complications
Situations
Fusion and diffusion
The sea still calls me
Moorlands and mountains too
Sound their own echoes
People of course
Never one to forget
Who might raise the alarms
Now Book Two
Or Nummer Zwei
If you prefer
I turn to you
To be carefree
Alive with joy
No mention here
Of reasons why
Or reasons why not
Better today
To stay with life
As it falls in my lap
You know the sort of thing
So no need for me to expand
Other than to say thank you for being here
