Bring me a lantern dear ,
Strike out the fire ,
for my bed awaits me at this late hour .

The curtain is drawn ,
my blanket lies o ,
I rest my weary head ,
and Oft to bed I go .

Awake me in a thousand years ,
Why don’t you ,
and watch over me as I sleep I pray ,
until I awake. .

For as long as I slept the earth froze ,
or cooked ,
or both !
and hell ( they called it that ) men died from its Icey breath ,
        and even they cursed the day they were born .
Vermin rats mice scurried then froze to death as even they found no
relief from its polar vortex .

For babies were left out to die in its falling snow ,
Old men stumbled and fell near their homes ,
of which even they did not see again .

I turned and the earth burnt ,
It’s heat burnt forests and grass land as I slept ,
if the suns rays didn’t then man set woodland alight ,
for the thrill .
Men abandoned their pursuit of recreation and kept indoors ,
Until the heat from the sun had ran its course ,
and the earth found shade in the shadows of its night .

I turned again ,
Fly tippers left their unwanted garbage over farm land ,
at the end of the streets ,
In the country where ever they liked ,
for no one cared ,
Certainly not them .

Silt turned to mud and buried towns and fields ,
and man looked ever on lost in grief ,
or weighing their silver on scales of death .

Creatures of the deep of every kind lied dead from plastic bags and toys of every kind ,
Mattresses.,
Supermarket trolleys dumped .


Cans of fizzy drink were left discarded tossed on beaches .

Migrants sailed from their captive shores on dingy unfit for the sea .
they were swollowed whole by the great waters .
.
I turned again ,
Children wrote obscenity s on walls for their thrill ,
carried knives and stabbed each other ,
for their own gratification.

Then
A man who slept in a doorway awoke to freezing wind ,
a lady bent down with  hot broth to warm his poor heart again .
Children with bags in hand picked up litter ,

And I awoke after a thousand years of wrong ,
the sun cranked the ice on rivers and lakes ,
and the man fell in love with the world again .

Let’s us write poetry together,
if it’s the last thing we ever do ,
to dance until sunrise ,
or at least a final kiss with you .
For now the blackbirds have flown their nests ,
their Young with beaks open are still .

The cacti’s need for water ,
It dos’nt lust for its rains in spring ?
Or finds solace in sand storms the desert brings ?

For loneliness hides the hours when sunlight has finely gone ,
don’t be alarmed by the bells that ring out in the dead of the night ,
their tolls are not for you .

Or the wealthy merchant who counts his coins ,
Or the baker who failed to put out the fire .
Or even the shoals before the fisherman’s net is cast ,
as they find warm shallow waters for their eggs to hatch .

It’s for the Viking long boats who down their masts ,
when the wind drops ,
and the anchor falls ,
for then there finds blood on England’s shores .
for King Johns snipers who’s targets find their mark ,
on peasants who once found game to **** ,
In the dead of winter ,
Suffered still .
This is why the bells ring
but most of all it rings out for our love ,
Lost in it’s winters thrill .

It won’t be long before the blackbirds return ,
their young ones have spread their wings ,

for loneliness reaches out its hand like a ghost in its shallow grave it’s call ,
and for this fame and fortune,
call it what you will must bring .
For I am alone ,
for you’re love meant everything.

Hoist the main sail ,
Climb the mast ,
for my love Ochen Kraseevaya ,
Is on her way back to me at last ,
She jumped ship over stormy seas ,
In her white dress she swims  .
Her ship has floundered ,
her heart has changed ,
now through oceans that swell and rage ,
through currents no woman should endure ,
she swims for her heart belongs to me .

My ship asails it’s main mast abrest ,
I shout out in Gail and rain
“ My Ochen Kraseevaya come back to me ,
    Ochen Kraseevaya.
Ochen.     Kraseevaya  where are you ,
return to me again .“

I rang the bell ,
it’ tolles rang true ,
I set a flare ,
I sent my C Q D ,
Still no answer ,
my Ochen Kraseevayas been lost to the sea .

A blue bird flew as my masts were pulled in I watched it struggle as
It flew ,
and some where at home an orchids flower had died a sad death
at this solom hour ,
for my Ochen Kraseevayas. heart belongs to the sea .

The good ship you,
has flown it’s blue peter ,
hoisted it’s sail ,
Climbed its mast ,
left me as a thing of you’re past .
Last spring you left you’re safe harbour,
when the flowers were all budding ,
and the crocuses had gone  .
You left a note that did not  leave a smile ,
just a pale reflection of what we had not .

Did I not await alone at home for a sign ?
Did I leave imaginary footprints in you’re mind ?
Was I just to unkind ?
And life has stood still it’s outlandish affair ,
I walked in sleet just to remember .
did I really think you didn’t care ?
Now the evenings pass by without a thought ,
Won’t you help me remember?

If the snow returns next winter and the crocuses are dead ,
If I took a leaf from its flower to remember ,
then I would know in you’re heart at least I’m not dead .
But if the snow settles ,
and there isn’t a call ,
then a yellow crocus pettle must perish and fall .

A brick road laid in front of me,
one slab at a time
I took a step along the path
to see what I could find

A scarecrow cried out for help,
sounded like he was in pain
I asked him what he needed
and he expressed to me,
"a brain."

So I sliced my forehead carefully,
and took mine from my skull
I placed it in his head and said,
"there, now your mind is full."

He thanked me as I wandered on
to find another friend
I met a lion on the bricks
whose life was at its end

He was afraid of everything,
and he was so discouraged
So I reached into my gut
and I gave him all my courage

He smiled and waved
as I left
to give someone else a hand
And I heard the cries of sadness
from a rusted, old tin man

I asked him what he needed and he wailed out,
"a heart!"
So I pulled myself open and tore my ribs and chest apart

Now that I am empty,
I'm dumb, scared, and alone
All that I can think is,
"there is no place like home."

Ghost
Act l
“ The sparrows came
for in their thousands they called ,
In flocks weaving and falling in thick blackened skies
did they fall
they followed me everywhere.”

Woman
“ If I had not been so bold
If I had shed tears and wept at you’re feet ,
If in sorrow I looked into you’re eyes with a heavy heart ,
Spat out what I Could not eat,
It’s seeds formed good out of evil could we not start again ?

If If If we were still friends ?
Now the rains fall on me and darkness decends now
In arragance i seek you for in love I am blind ,
in carnal thoughts love is not kind .

My lover has fled and now eats the  beasts of the field ,
and I am alone in my sorrow ,
with nothing I yeald ,

the sparrows are coming in their thousands array ,
and it’s them I look for at the eve of the day .

From a rib was I formed and now cold and hunger do I live ,
the once blue skies above me are now teaming with rain .
Act ll
Snake
“  Rise up for garlic and herbs I shall give you from you’re sick bed arise  ,
To become like God in the heavens on horses wings you will fly ,
Man will build temples for you to rest you’re feet on tiny wings
no more will you suffer like a god see these things .”
Woman
“I have had temples and statues built in my name
Man bowed down to me like ants ,
given me gold and presious stones and beasts from the field ,
their corpses are scattered in blood on my land .

Act lll
War has come war lords in their anger apose and here am I all
Shrivelled and old ,
the times I met in the garden with God
for the love and the joy and the peace have all gone ..
Actllll
Now in a hole in the ground do I lay
In a bed of  fruit ,
all around me decay ,
beads around my skull my flesh withers and dies ,
how I lived am dammed to these lies


The sparrows are coming to peck at my corpse
In their thousands from the mountains and trees do they call .

For now did snake did I listen ,
and to God do I call .

If I had never met you how sweet the tail ,
the sorrows of love could have kept for another day ?
and no brow of you,re fine face would I have kissed ,
or even embraced .
Or sorrow tell the sunken lips that spoke of my love in anything but
a kiss !
How sweet the tale of another man you embraced and touched as
Only lovers can .
And I have lost you in an orchard dear ,
for the bow you lost was never found here .

The evening now has drawn to a close and the candle light in your,e
boudoir  has not been exposed ,
how long this night alone in my room ,
as I think of you with that buffoon .

Now you know how much I lament the time we met and yet you’re
love wasn’t meant ,
my deepest regret I pray you tell you,r e learned friend that I’m in hell .