each word finds its way
deep from the mystery
to join the dots together

gently comes the night
half light soft furnishing
comfort quiet shared
enveloping everything

I hammer words into a sentence
rhythmic prayer or even a stanza
push my chosen into the furnace
until heated red hot retrieval
and hammer over and over
ringing on the heart-shaped anvil
Until exhausted fall onto knees silent
silent with waiting for an answer

I ride the silence
content

I have been befriended by a fragile life
a little feathered weight moth
no bigger than my smallest finger-
nail been flying around me-
and landing on me for days now-
cannot have much time left-
and me unworthy his only friend -
it will be down to me to dispose of his lifeless body

so many quietly getting on doing good
never shouting or advertising
looking for recognition or recompense
These are the saints of today
they live among us
And there is the saint who gets up everyday
goes to their work doing the best job they can
Yes these also are the saints of today
And we could go on and on about the family
who live and love each member to a fault
And the person walked by everyday
Yes the saints are many and manifold in their ways

making sound from silence
to promote beauty
Speaking up for the voiceless

your words poet
sing their song
In my innermost
each word completes
your welding craft
into memorable poems

beauty roused the world from slumber
took it by the hand and danced it to freedom
on a merry go round and funfair full of-
candy and apples- the laughter of forgiven children
can now be heard throughout all creation

the heart of hearts lets me enter once more
to lay prostrate in a silence filled with love
life takes me on a journey whilst I stay still
all things are beauty forged and freedom calls
and swirls and lifts and holds and shrieks -
with joy like a child in the fullness of its right-
to be and to be loved and adoring and adored
yes my child this song is for you always always

there is music playing over these hills a secret sound
played by the unseen and heard in the early watches
of a summer that hardly sleeps you can count on it
as sure as the sea is only a mirror to be walked across
every morn these days the music is an eternal rolling
mist from out the deeper sea and will play every day

the young will give you an insight into their world
all  you need do
is listen to their music