Sit And Talk And Fly

I talk to I, I talk to you

It is what we do, we do

First person, second or third

Flying as a bird

I sit with I, I sit with you

It’s simply what we choose to do

One person, or two, or three

As leaves on the purperley tree

You As You

I talk to the wind

The wind does not hear

The wind cannot hear

King Crimson I talk to the wind

Perhaps today we might share a conversation

As you warm me up

As you cool me down

As you sway the grasses

At my feet

To and fro, to and fro

What’s that you say

You have come a long way

And you have many miles still to go

Further than I might imagine you think

To places that I have not ever visited

And maybe not even dreamed of

I didn’t come here to talk with you

But that’s how it’s turned out

Have a nice day

Movement, Sound And Vision

The river, most probably

Came to the hillside

And thought it best to turn

The sheep have gone

During that one meditation

When we were told the rains are due

The tree on the horizon

With the silver skyline

Is gifted its own highlight

The sheep haven’t gone

I cannot see them

But I can hear them

Coupled Up

Canoe on the river

Brilliant orange affair

Oars create waves

Waves ripple to the shore

A serious walker

You can tell from her pace

A slower walker

You can tell from unsteady steps

Swallows, swifts or house-martins

Put on a red arrows display

Now they are all here

Swooping and gliding

And just so soon they’ve gone

Making way for a pair

Of smaller birds

Who come together with a kiss

Ought’n I

Maybe I wouldn’t

Remember you

And maybe I shouldn’t

Say I ought

Perhaps it was you

Strolling beside

The library

Window

Or within those glimpses

Of blue blue sky

Seen through the leaves

Of the big green tree