Sink deep your feet
the moss and muddy floor
grey with rain
the weeping moss
hanging in the trees
ravens cry, calling thee
into the starless void
of moonless canopy
a hidden place
wherein the soul illuminates
a cynosure of deeper truths
a dark that lights the way

Early in the morning
blue skies of birdsong
winging in summer
singing sweet of dawn
awakened from dreaming
the day is unfolding with love
early in the morning with the sun
we are opening like blossoms at blue lily pond
no words spoken only reflection within
early in the morning with the sun

If I could see you shining
clear in mirrored waters
if you'd come to rest
in green fields
of peace
sweetly sleep
breathe in sync
with me

rock me gently into sleep
cradle my heart in your hands while I dream
keep me safe as I lay unaware
be my protector,
it shows you care
I've become so tired that I need rest
take me into your arms,
rock me gently,
you're the best.

YOU ARE THE SONG

You are the song
I am the singer
You are the dream
I am the dreamer.

You are the rose
I am the dew that does gather
And falls and dwells
Within you the love-receiver.

You are the swan that glides
Over me the river
You are the sunlight
I am the mist you scatter.

You are the romance
I am the writer
You are the poem
I am the reciter.

You are the violin
I am the violin-player
You are the painting
I am the painter.

You are the golden bead
I am the thread that strings it together
You are the silken linen
I am the proud wearer.

You are the beautiful and chaste princess in the castle
I am your loyal knight and protector
You are the royal prize
I am the humble suitor.

You are the gentle breeze that blows
I am a leaf you carry in cool weather
You are the beautiful tree
Under which I seek shelter.

You are the heaven
I am a tiny star and faint light-bearer
You are the voice that behests
I am the faithful messenger.

You are the song
That fades never
I am the singer
Who loves you forever.

boy coils in the lawn
& early air.
grass touching him wet,
smoke crawls from his lips,

into the blue awoken,
or sky before his face.
there it dances like wild life lived
& falls away with breezy.

dearly herb to glossy reds,
he purses, thus to inhale.
sparked ember, spark clench, fist to fist.
life given to life encapsulated.

the sense of it goes steady,
goes patent cool.
he exhales, and looks to the south,
where his legs once were.

is principle
  perchance
do what I say
a demand
of happenstance
hypocrites
who don't think
through their stance?
to

those under your command
the reason behind
will eventually show
under the microscope
of weak rationality.

To be is the game
and reason will win
the fame the power
in the end.

I am a gingerbread
   sweet tangy ******* head
addicted to making
   marmalade sunsets
playing funeral organs
    cooking grass
on my BBQ
     I stir with
olde english
     marinade with you
on a bed of roses
     on our hill
growing wild sassy
          cooking stews
of parsnips wild onions
     marmalade you and
the morning dew.

Use all the combinations of consonants,
Blends, short and long i's;
Try intonation or diphthongs;
Resort to linguists;
Spell in Welsh.
You can't approximate
The muted sound
Of a breaking heart.