I dreamed of sails in gusting winds
The torn flag is at half mast
Waves of change tire out this ship
And I say goodbye at last....

I watched for lost horizons
found treasures in their wake
Shiny threads of hopeful morsels
Never captured - by mistake

The raging seas of turmoil
Accented by the calm
The ship's soul steers the rudder
Keeping it's sailors far from harm

I throw caution to the albatross
And hoist a newer sail
Then set out on uncharted seas
So this newness may prevail....

The captain on my broken ship
until my colours come alive
The ship is torn and battered, yes
But the owner has survived....

If I could give you a world
to do with as you please
I'd colour my raindrops purple
falling onto orange trees
I'd make my oceans fuschia
and each fish a different shade
so that you'll always see the love
with which this world was made....

I'd paint the tulips indigo
and give them yellow leaves
I'd add a touch of ruby red
to the buzzing honey bee
I'd take away all black and gray
and replace it all with white
so when you looked upon your world
you'd know that it was right...

I'd colour all the heavens
with the brightest apple green
and paint the stars in lilac
to match the blue moonbeams
and then I'd add a butterfly
exactly as it's made
to reflect upon the twinkling stars
so they can never fade....
The clouds I'd do in silver
to compliment the gold
and make your world a jewel in life
that never can be sold...

And then at last I'd sign my name
in bright bits of tangerine
You'd see all of this wonderous hue
like walking through my dream
and then I'll give you all the paints
the chalks and pastels too
For no one can ever see the shades
or the colours that are you!

Vacant, empty, bottle corked
sour
followed
shadows
stalked
billboards, ankhs, purple peace
fever
groupies
slow
release
pill pushers, drunkards, hollow wholes
pimps and
******
broken souls
black, white, all in tune
sunsets
rising
wednesday's moon

nothing inside
nothing out
listen how
silence
shouts!!

Rainbow coloured shadows melt away into darkness
becoming slow laboured breathes of tortured souls
as dreamers paint their pictures of love
a funeral march begins

for whom the bell tolls.......

While eagles sail on the wings of the wind
the pain echoes cries of mourning.....
While children are chasing the butterflies
the threat of war is dawning

...and all is calm...


While wine is poured into crystal holes
the sun pales and dries
as men speak of their lust for freedom
the chalk garden dries....

Touch my banquet
it's possible crucifying pleasure
Instinct inspires whispers
of tormenting embrace
Confess your need
to fragment my illusions
Speak!
I can be found in all of this!

Leave & let me
believe in fragile reasons
Burn kisses
into my naked hidden world
Embrace secret rythms
that lie here poisoned
But meet me on your side
of the drunken universe!

Laugh cruel petals
my hour is haunting....
lavish your fancy dress
I exist only in solitude

....but the fever is in the living......

As a rainbow sends down a colourful hue,
a wasp swirls around in a puddle of dew
and lost in the hollow...somewhere within
an imp practices magic his planning to spin
an ocean of flowers bow down in their praise
as a dung beetle carries his load through a maze
and far in the distance a nightingale sings
happy in the warmth that the sunshine brings
a giggle of fairies and Will o' the Wisp
a dragonfly makes his way through the mist
a butterfly dances on the wings of a breeze
a waterfall hides behind the shade from the trees
a ladybird whistles about as she plays
a squirrel bustles through the place where she stays.....

...yet in all this beauty and clandescent touch
it's lost on me ~ I've grown up too much!

What are the thoughts you're hiding
behind those stoney eyes?
What dreams have you whispered
to the million passers-by?
What happiness will ever find you
if you always stay so cold?
What trouble will befall you
if you never break your mould?
What substance will you treasure
if there is nothing there to find?
What stolen moments would you have
if I could see into your mind?

What life is this that has you jailed?
what sculptors tool won't speak?
Did he realise that he was strong

but he has left you weak?