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I walk down this path alone
I’m not afraid because I know
My angels are here
My angels are everywhere
Angels I hear you calling
Even when I’m falling
Angels I hear you calling
Angels I hear you
 Aug 27 Soulless
nivek
shortlived
outlived

some never breathe the air
or utter a first cry

angelic faces
with eyes closed.
 Aug 19 Soulless
nivek
a sip of nectar
-summer love

a Bee for flowers
-colourful intelligence

golden honey on the tongue
-in winter
 Aug 19 Soulless
nivek
the dice thrown
tumbling numbers

age of death
unknown date getting closer
 Aug 19 Soulless
nivek
I love you more in solitude
-my prayer life assures me

folk on whispered lips
-heartfelt honesty
If you have wealth and money,

keep it to yourself.

If you have empathy and love,

share them with the world.
THE BACKWARD LOOK
( for D.B. )


the blackbird
leaves me a note
pinned to the sky


that blue
beyond
blue


the tide
of the moment
turning turning


Time
like apple blossom
falling through my mind


the little boy
unable to believe
that this day is not


made of forever
and only
now


I walk back
through my self
to unpin the note


the blackbird wrote
with his voice
still pinned


to that
self same
sky


the blue so still
beyond
even its self


I, at last, able to read
the birds words
its language a secret


no longer to me
"I  sing..."  it says  "...I sing
because all this must die!"


"I sing the moment's tide
its turning
always turning!"


It's throat
full of song
glorying in being


alive for this
one eternal
moment








A moment ago he had been singing( as he had been singing for me all these years ):

"In the event
that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion
and we never get old
Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too"

I was also reading this 4 line fragment from the 9th century :

"There is one
I would wish to see again,
And give the golden world to win -
All, all, though all were vain."

"Fil duine
Frismbad buide lemm díuterc
Ara tabrainn in mbith mbuide
Uile, uile, cid díupert."

And so I wrote him this little poem....THE BACKWARD LOOK.
All that you adore
is all that I abhor.
Except our only child
born inside the wild.
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