Address to a lost daughter

Little girl, eyes sparkling with questions,
Speak to me now;
I am old in ways and oft forgotten.
Come to me, whisper into the cold of the night.
Deliver another dream of how it might have been.

Little girl, stir the woman you became,
light a tiny flame
that with kindness kindles one warm thought.
Smile for me, moisten eyes weary with life-
or else make a brazier of my heart should you depart.

Little girl, your voice will be heard
when all leave me;
Its truth immune to the final smother of time,
cleaving life's ties with a quiet coward.
It pours faith and hope into the chalice of love.

Primrose

I walk alone.
My head heavy with everything
That’s worth nothing.

I search for simplicity,
But it’s here in you:
In your closet concentric pentagons
Fixing the succulent fire of Spring,
In your five pure petal hearts,
In your hidden song to the sun.

I see the bright joy of rebirth,
The exuberant energy of renewal.
I enjoy the creative grace of the divine.

You give me peace within.

...Before  Sleep I saw you.....

I saw her but she didn't see me.
I saw the ivory cheeks, the jet jewel, the coal black hair.
I saw the charisma, crystal clear
under a crescent moon.
I saw her up-stretched arms embrace the sky.
I saw her violet aura, her secret luminescence
leave an echo of lustre on the laudatory leaves.
In the deep night I saw a rainbow
rise from her regal eyes.
I saw her kneel in communion with stars.
I knew love as never before.

Let the soul sing

Stop. Wait. Walk away, away to somewhere lonely,
To where time’s dust blows in your face,
To where people are not
And you
Are only you.

Feel. Silence. Face the light in the east and renew.
Evict the stained self, the shaping cacophony of life
Will not be here.
Only nothing
Before the filling.

Accept and renew.

Eign Morn

Brave little robin,
Strident breasted,
Gilded in courage
Struts against the cruel steel of the north.

Kingsfisher Knight,
Aquamarine dash,
Lethal splash, strikes
Through moist mist whispers on ponds.

Determined ducks,
Arrowed against austerity,
Sweep surely out;
Scything sharply beneath cloy clouds.

Careful coot,
Cowering under overhang,
covets cache,
In languid reeds with haste hidden.

Managed man
Meanders among majesty,
Out of scene,
Observing gentle, cyclic savagery.

The Enduring Joy

The joy of giving simply to others
Is given to those who heed the call.
When we give, the Light within us
Is shared to feed the Light in all.

Morning in Monnow Vale

Take my hand and let us walk awhile,
Together we’ll feel the dew- making breath of dawn
and greet the sun with grateful exultation.
We’ll hear Earth’s gentle verdant giant yawn
and wash our minds in birdsong mile by mile.
perchance a kiss will give love its affirmation
or else affection may be written in a smile.

I won’t clothe your hopes in easy promises
Or try to embody the essence of all that’s good.
You will know me and you will know the truth-
Oh yes. You may go. That much is understood.

Feel me, the very me inside of you;
Nothing more pure, no better than this could be.
These great moments the mundane betray.
Feel, feel life’s passion not cling to its debris!