Clear of doubt our love is washed and offered fresh perspectives

Today we have the rain

Yet hardly a hint of breeze

And a silver grey

Seemingly cloudless sky

But it is true

We do have the rain

Free falling to splash on tin & tile

Calling us to stay indoors

Snuggle with a book

Listen to our favourite music

Watch the seals play

Make best of having a telescope

Feel the cool air on bare bodies

In preparation for a warm shower

He seeks out light

The light that we only see

On the painters canvas

In the photographers print

I seek out the sound

That we all might hear

Of raindrops on tin cans

From aeroplanes taking to the sky

In this way sight and sound are given back to us

The trickle of stream

The break in cloud

Our earthly atmospherics reflected

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Birthright

On the day after warmth came to spring
& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass
The young boy came into our lives

On an evening when sunlight streams
Through leafless trees, I look more closely
To see the sticky buds beginning to open

That he too might enjoy the birdsong
Among the peacefulness, both now
& also in his later years

That his parents may soon walk out with him
In the countryside; also play endlessly together
On the soft sands, by sparkling seas

That love should come our way
Is itself the miracle of life


for Tim, Emma and Thomas William

Continentals

You sit at your desk
We stand beside the stone
The gale tears away all doubt
No need for sages

We are among true believers
Barefoot warriors
Freed from their desks
Free to bless the stone



from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Dark and White

The word I chose is neat

Petite yet swell

It tells me I've told you

The rest can go to hell

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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We take our chances with love

Back into the warmth

Or did the warmth come from the book

Early on, an easy understanding

Of the many levels of consciousness

Given to me through Jung's interpretation

Of his early 1930's dream

My arm is warm

The thin pullover clings ever so lightly

These are the paths my mind now wanders along

The slightest of touches, the merest of movements

Invoking memories of a gentle love

A love even more gently imagined

A memory so easily painted

With soft lights and warm colours

A time past that lives fleetingly as a time present

An energy that reminds me

That the warmth did not come from the book

The warmth came from within me

A within that has loved and lost, and loves again

A warmth that reminds me that the loss of love

Is not love lost, but a love that floats

A love that waits to be rediscovered

Whenever your warmth calls by

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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