Goodness

Through the mists of Sterndale 

I see the outlines of trees and isolated farmhouses

In the lifting darkness I welcome my own return

Think well, of a strangers homecoming

The music of meditation plays for me

In this place of mindful contemplations

Wherever and how life takes you

Feel well represented, feel calm

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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The Troubled Senses of Separation

Sunlight lifts the dew from the grass

Infuses the moisture

Into a morning haze

Shadows turn

The tree bark black, diffusing

The joy that followed last nights daze

Once we touched

Once we clasped

Once our lips met, luscious together

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Fashion

I hold on to her fascination

For she has, and still does

Fascinate me

I will commemorate the day

When we, as we could

Had fruitful fornication

A space of silence, for

A tantric, solo repetition

Of that joyful conjugation

All in a hidden place

Mindful of my minds

Ability to play tricks

I will commemorate in a way

When I, as I should

Would reopen communication

I am sold on her fascination

For I have, and still do

Welcome her to fascinate me

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Seven +

We’re in this thing deeper

Deeper than we might ever know

Who’d have thought it, at that first show 

That you’d become my lover, and my keeper

We glide along, from song to song

The hillsides less steep with doors ajar

With work and play we journey, near and far

Whenever in doubt we work out whatever’s wrong

We’re in this thing deeper

Deeper than we might ever show

Who’d have thought it, fate would know

That you’d become my lover, and my keeper

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Apparel

I didn’t care for the pullover when you first gave it to me, but since our separation it has become quite a favourite, what with its contrast of black body and grey sleeves and the silky feel of well ironed wool

The black jacket, that I bought for the trip to Ireland (not too business like, neither too casual) has also weathered well, I feel youthful and slim when wearing the two of them together

On our last dance, a sweaty affair, I wore the blue and black shirt Both the sewing detail and the dark colours carried memories of my youth, a long time before we became an item

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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