The pace of life is mournful I stumble and I fall ,
like a new born baby ,
no one hears my call. .
I cry out at night to those who think me dead ,
and listen to those voices I hear laughing in my head .
Though it might not be audible the laughter is just as real ,
as those that come in the dead of night ,
are of those of us who steal .

The pace of life is frightening,
the poet heals my soul,
like Christ a long lost friend I knew a long time ago .
And O the pace at which my friends travel ,
have left me alone on this weary road ,
when everyone has travelled ,
they left their heavy load .

My pace of life. Is now steady
pray lead me along the shore ,
where ever he might take me ,
however fleeting life might be .
A life well travelled passing ruins on my way ,
ahead of me might lay castles or palaces of clay ?

Or even if they are humble shacks or caves where rock cliffs fall ,
at least you are right beside me ,
though you are not Lord of all !
For my heart is still the same as when I first met you ,
I pray one day you might change it ,
so I can follow you .

**** ..” Take this flame from me I heed it not ,
That my blackbird should  die before my very eye .
That my burning torch should light a flame ,
that cries out to who so ever killed my love ,
to eternal darkness render thee “

Robin ...” But you sir on this darkest of night ,
Might need that light to bury your dead ,
that lies before thee as still as this very night .”

**** ... Let me first persue this creature,
that took away you’re life ,
be it man cat or bird ,
come forth before me now whilst you still can .
For no trees or barns ,
house or home canst ever hide you away from me .”

Robin ...” The bird is dead ,
                   the deed is done
canst it not wait untill the morning sun ?

****... This night if this creature does not come forth ,
it will be too late for it will lay dead before my beek”

Then from behind a tree came a fox ,

Fox. “ I saw what killed the bird it fell from this tree it was quite obserd !”

By then other birds from the wood had gathered around ,
as judge and jury .
The ravens clacked and clicked ,
the blackbirds chirped ,
others sang , but it wasn’t a happy sound .
Each one with piercing eye on the intruder who had just walked by .
With ****** mouth , which kind of gave him away ,
and soon lay dead upon the
ground ,
next to where the blackbird lay.

Even though the autumn leaves aren’t far away ,
we live for this most glorious day ,
when the sun though at first wasn’t seen ,
lived apon this happy dream.

Of distant clouds far away ,
and blue skies and sun kissed seas,
for the isle of Delos lies in-front of me .
As I sit upon this boat of mine ,
ravaged by the years of passing time .

The isle where the sun beds down at night ,
to rise in the morning pure as light .

And so you look O hills of green ,
where sheep have grazed and now aren’t seen .
To a yonder star on high ,
filling up the skies. ,
In magnificent colours far and wide .

You stand before an open shore,
watching colours you have never seen before .
Wishing you had someone to hold the,
Reds  and yellows blue and golds ,
fill your eyes when  yesterday all you saw was black.

Still wishing for that someone dear ,
someone to love ,
or just to be near .

It’s five in the morning a July sunrise ,
have you ever seen anything more beautiful,
more serene  before your eyes?
But a July sun is still,
a morning as cold as the coffee you hold ,
and throw out  towards the sea .

And. so the hurried pace of life ,
has slowly come down to this ,
the breaking of the waves at night ,
hidden quieter the ***** making their way to the sea .

Listen even closer my heart apron you’re breast ,
listen even closer the breeze gently on you’re **** .                                      For time has stopped moving ,
the waves are increasingly still ,
the crab has now stopped struggling ,
the birds are yet to wake .
Just you and I on Gods shores of life ,
just taking a break .

I can only dream of love ,
that formed the rock pools of beauty that sored above .,
your beauty that which was hidden from my eye ,
as when we as strangers just walking on by.

To me it is not just a hideous dream ,
that you found another just like me ?

That I should with that thought walk through the gardens of Mars !
Did Theodus . not cling to you’re love ,
for he did not even whisper in secret to you
the rock pools  that I once saw in you’re eyes ,
the rocks and gems that I pulled from the skies .
Did he not take you to the fountains of Rome ?
or Keep you from the wild beasts that roamed ?

Did Theodus not rise like a god from the seas ,
only for you to sink unmercifully to you’re knees ?

Oh for if we had risen like the birds ,
and flown to Delos on wings of our own ,
and basked in the rays of the sun ,
where Artemis comes out at night ,
and Appolo  is seen when the sun is at its hight .


As for  you and I with Theodus  dead ,
as I had crushed his ****** head to save you from loving him ,
more than I could ever love myself .
And so you caught the number one bus ,
well I guess thats the end of us !
With that bloke you were with that got on the bus .
making eyes at me from you’re  back seat ,
as I waited ,
I still have  dreams and memories of you .

And so on this longest night ,
the moon and the sun danced all night ,
and when the stars wanted to join in to ,
it was time to say goodbye to you .

Goodbye because darkness creeps ,
goodbye as because the daylight weeps .
And soon the the suns rays will  one day be eclipsed ,
by darker days .
When the sun will find it hard to get out of bed ,
and the moon will stay out all night in stead .
And some of the day he will steal from you .

With champagne flutes he will think he is the toast of the town .

But tonight at least the romance can begin ,
the sun and moon together again .8