Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

The branches still swayed  as a rose petal fell ,
for without these our love wound not grow at all .

Without the raven who circled  the skies ,
for above him were the heavens ,
and the clouds passing by .

And without their rains to feed Gods land ,
for nothing waits and all was   planned .

That we should find in all these things ,
a way to love the daintiest things .

Have you ever watched a flower in bloom ,
or seen  a man or woman decline in years ,                                                         or or ever  seen  a single blade of grass grow ,
then wither at the first sign of the suns heavenly glow ?

For the branches reached out as In love their. tree tops swayed ,
as the rains that fell on sods of Gods earth replenish ,
untill this day .
And  so one petal fell  to remind you of spring ,
that indeed is love .
That  In love .


That in love O it’s scent do I not bring ,
In richest table set ,
that you won’t see the death of my  raven ,
bestowed upon this cloth I lay ,
upon this very night ?

Or sing some sordid melody upon its weeping breast .

Come ,
come it is for love ,
for that is my bequest ,
to dine with me under candelabra lights ,
and feed upon its breast .


And just as they were tucking in ,
a thousand heavenly roses bloomed,
In colours of the blood that pored ,
upon that table loomed .

Ahoy ,
the spirits gather all around us as we are ,
a multitude of angels now look upon a star .

In Godly heavenly realms we trust them ,
some are near some are far ,
some haunt us ,
some bewitch ,
But Jesus Christ is amgst them that wage war unto our beliefs.

But yet we seek not kindness or love in all its ways ,
but of what we do not know to guide us all our days .

Of chariots  of stars and what they say ,
behind well locked doors. ,
what moves when all is still ,
Is against the Lord .

So seek out what A God to trust ,
and not what sooth sayers say ,
it’s in love that we must trust ,
not deceiving voices along your way .

The rain clouds after summer why did they last so long ?
And left   me to wonder where it went so wrong ?

They grey clouds still linger as did the death of spring ,
and summer lasted as long as a leaf falls ,
and yet they do not sing .

Like a mulch it’s flavors rot ,
and are raked then carried away,
And very soon ,
the moon will be full
but will last but just a day

And all is left is a  naked branch which sways along the way .
It’s so longing for those leaves it lost to restore its beauty some day .



Ah you say beauty is in everything,
it’s just what you don’t see ,
It’s charms it’s flaws. ,
It’s brittle and weak ,
but still in everything I see .

Walking home late this afternoon ,
past O familiar streets and shops ,
past all too familiar faces ,
their completions tired and worn,
but they wore masks with smiling faces ,
as they all dragged behind their backs their  heavy loads
Their  coats and dressed torn ,
and they kept looking to the skies ,
as if for a sign which never came ,
to lighten their brand new morn .

It wasn’t dark yet ,
yet enough light not for me to fumble for a match to light my  candle ,
so to mark the way before my eyes .

But at this unGodly hour how life could suddenly change .?
For no man or child or lady would ever now be the same .

For a sneering darkness now covered this land ,
it’s clouds now formed likened to a doll like features ,
of staring eyes and porcline face .
It winked ,
then smiled ,
it’s deadly grin .
So  when they pulled their loads ,
they never gave in .






In labotories ,
in Petri dishes ,
under microscopic lens ,
It took to flight
and called them it’s friend .

But as ***** stalk their prey
Untill it’s nothing but skin and bone ,
this life form filled-the.  skies ,
as we mask our lives from its breath ,
we call death ,
Is hid before their eyes .

But only when the day gives up its fight ,
and men hold up lanterns ,
Which shed no light ,
and.  they return screaming back to their homes ,
only to wait for morning to lighten their loads .

And so in a land far away a little girl came in to play ,
she picked her doll up from the floor ,
then placed it in its doll house as it was before .
Just at that moment the sun came out ,
birds sang ,
as the crocus bloomed ,
In all its many colours .


And then I heard the first lark of spring ,
O what a pritty little thing
O what joys it brings,
as man gave up the loads he bore .,
and so they danced untill their feet were sore .

For there canst finds me no sweeter thing ,
than this little birds reward of spring .

The sqorking of the sea gulls and the rushing of the waves ,
my body floated for at least a few days .
Weighed down only by the clothes I had worn ,
on my ships  fateful morn .
Now bobbing about like a cork amgst the waves ,
many a sunset and sunrise I had missed in these days ,
and so to the salty sea ,
my grave .
And the sea gulls lunch all swam about as if they were drunk .
And so the clouds parted and out came the sun ,
i wish I  could now feel it’s breath on my tounge .
But my tounge needed water ,
and all I had to drink just made me thirst ,
and so I said goodbye to this life on this earth .

No more sailing for my vessel was sunk ,
as the beach washed me up as drift wood .

A young girl was out walking her dog
along the beach when I was washed up on shore ,
along with the pebbles and ***** of the sea ,
her dog picked me up ,
then she threw me back in ,.

And so the sea came in and then went out .
I was sent back to the waves ,
just bobbing about .
Except driftwood is how they now thought of me,
just a lump of wood sailing out to sea .