Water and wind

Over a bridge

Of still tumbling water

Over the sea

Of tipsy topsy tranquillity

Clouds on horizons

Of beautiful visions

Shrouds in the sky

Try their best to fly

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Quiet

On the edge of everyday beauty

Seen through the tree at the end of its leaf

See your smile, an endless beauty

On your face; here for all of time in sans serif

Blues and greys and golden silvers

A backcloth to the silhouettes of youth

Back again in bud by springtime

The bloom of you in boundless truth

Still the skies on Monday mornings

Factories have died to far off plans

Arise my man in deep mid winter

Think again of summer’s strands

See your smile, still in wonder

Games to play with strings and band

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Spring tides

Lover's talk of love at midnight

A far off hope of golden sand

Hand in hand in love at midnight

The golden talk of soft blown land

Stroke the neck nape in the moonlight

Walk on by the gold brass band

Soft skins touched by all by moonlight

Hand in hand on bandstand land

Lover's hope of snow capped mountains

Of plains and deserts themselves to stand

Hand in hand there by the fountain

With their dreams immense and grand

Stroke the clock

On past the midnight’s glow

In the silver moonlit mountains

Shadowlands so so seldom show

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Acoustic

Confined to words on polished paper

Inclined the statement then to fake her

Any words, about any trees

Anything to think of me

A new rose in late December

The frost froze back a week or two

The parcel post and letters lent her

A short respite from nothing new

Fingers pick the stringed guitars

Fingers which don't reach to the stars

A new quiet then to fend her skin

From the embers of her tethered din

Inclined to find a hill top turning

Horizons prised from treeless leaves

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Gift of place

Bird box in the tree

Bird box in the tree

Can you see

To the deep inside of me

Can you see

Here, deep inside of me

Gravel in the yard

Gravel in the yard

Stand up straight and true

So so hard

To stand up, stay straight and true

It is so so very hard

Time ticks on the clock

Time, don't you ever stop

Bird box in the tree

Gravel in the yard

Time ticks on the clock

It is so so very hard

Time ticks on the clock

Time, don't you ever stop

Bird box in the yard

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