it was
the dream

the cloud
the quarry



water flows down this valley

wind blows round our houses

i have said it before yet seems that those who should know better

talk of gods

may judge the people

live in remote places

between mountain sea the land becomes

dry

this arid land



are you sleeping
while i watch the burial
the pain
the madness
the snowdrops

are you sleeping,
while they hold her up



still the dog goes on each day
slower now
still the morning comes



forge forward
with obsession

a
variety of colours

there is another language



came with madness

romanticism

there is no broken glass

no face  at the window no god no more



sea birds

When you kissed me
Gravity lost its restraints
My feet dangling above the ground
Elated, transcendent
The clock wasn’t ticking
The earth wasn’t rotating
Length, depth, height
Were memories
Every dimensional fundamental ceased
When you kissed me