You might, and anyway why wouldn’t you

Outside

The cricket pavilion

The sky is blue

Sauvignon

No trace

Vermillion

In time

The censor tried

My friends

They cried

Just shave her

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Softly, slow down, wait awhile

How softly could you be spoken

How open

To a token of my love

How by the roadside

Would be broken

The unspoken language of our love

That moment

Awoken almost by Neruda

With the gentleness above

Softer, less, let it be lower

Endowed

With the power of good

The flowers beside you

Shower

Your love

Wait

Just as long as you want to

Spoken, how only you could

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It is a miracle, I believe you

Your garden

A thirty year construction

Self, from within the self

Deep meaning

A flash of light deduction

Dwell, no more to religion tell

Your vision

Out of darkness

Away from fear or flight

Keep dreaming

With nature’s seduction

Sell the sail of light

You are one

The same two person being

Independent of each other

Seen seeming

Without of contradiction

Able to care and cooperate

Your me

I came with no reason

The season though has changed

I’m leaning

To see the garden gate

My birthday, my dilettante date

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A long, not lost, weekend

I fall asleep to the sound of Buddha Maitreya

I wake to find your hand hold of my fingers

The singer of the song sings I love you

I believe in the circle of the ring we seek

Hours of lost moments retiring into my sleep

Our evening turned into morning

Our love fascinated by the keep and the keepsakes

Our details deeper than the skin we reap

Your day, our journey, your questions, our purpose

Our unconditional leap it is a life’s work

If you want to help; neat

Seek out the formed and rounded boulder

Take them to Buddha Maitreya

Ask if they can be the payment for our keep

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Sheaves

Sat in the snug

The rug before the open fire

After a walk along the pavements

Past the sculpture

Behind the church

Overheard Irish accents

Using militaristic terms

Talks of re-unions

Open doors

Did I hear the words of war

Anyhow

The kindly landlord

Called last orders

Once more out onto the street

Once more out in to the night

We tiptoed, we whispered

We thought perhaps to scare

To tell of subterfuge

And sabotage

And all the glory of no more

Before then our love

That night we visited

As children at the fair

Oh so then our love

That night revisited

In flames of passion bore

Later a Mexican beer

A slice of lime

The same old faces

As from before

The talk of re-union

Was of a day at the races

The trace of hearing few

We tiptoed and we whispered

And smiled for what we knew

Again, before then our love

The night we visited

As children blessed, so so free, so so rare

Oh then our love

The night we revisited in flames of passion dare

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