I shed the skin of my appendages,
I call my name a song
and count each familiar
I found a friend under a chestnut
needing time before declaring our
I caressed a horse's upper
and loved him like my own.
On foot I travelled my
listening to secrets from the
And love discovered me in the shape of
In his burning depths he brought me
He is the flesh of my hand
my waking eye and the dipping of my
water. Together, we formed a child,
like twilight's blue, like the coat of
a rippling river.
Together we come alive by her
In a foreign wood the lilies bloom,
of winter thawed, promises are kept
the broken bones of passion are
like a piece of ancient
Break The Chain
Sealing in like a roof does
the house of age,
bitterness tells the time of
Like a toothy tiger in the
blazing its look
from prey to prey, what the
years have let down flashes into the
where love once reigned.
Throw the rock into the river and be
I need to let go of the greed for
and trust the path I have
The caterpillar weaves then
The infant wakes with a startled
then smiles when seeing a familiar
I will believe again in what voices
Forgiveness renews and no one
stop the night from ending.
In the centre
there is the blindness of the
born without eyes, there is the
knowing of old age
that the end must come soon and when
it does, the hope
that it arrives like a
In the centre a frog goes
and people continue with the
There is no stopping of time, no one
to lift your hurt
and make it one with their
In the centre, it is equal on either
and all the windows are open, inviting
a space, the place
before a dream comes true.
In the centre where the crisis is over
the relief is still beyond
there is this, the surety of only one
in the centre, standing.
the state before the
when the breath is about to be
and faith is gaining speed.
It is the morning coffee cool
for the first sip, and the child's
It is the first smell of autumn and
It is the radio at midnight when the
of awful Fate have been unarmed and
you wish upon is no longer a dying
It is where the enemy is blessed and
all unspiritual fears
are let go. It is the shattering of a
It is the peace that comes when the
is softened and the arms are
trusting the life to be.
What Is Good
gone to the birds
to feed with the little
and the Friday harvest.
I know my vision and
know the unaligned vertebrae
and the horror of sinking under
the world's dubious sands.
Give me a gate that blesses my being,
let summer be gone.
bake me in the wonder
of a child's first year,
a softer way of seeking.