daffodils and daisies and dandelions too
all in my garden of yellow, pink, red, and blue
in the midst of the colors, a lone rose stands out
its lack of color is what all go on about

the irony of how white projects more beauty
than purple dahlias or orange orchids, you see,
i have never really understood til today
color doesnt matter, the way they always say

now that it's gone i realize my great mistake
of failing to care for it, for letting it break
in my mind 'twas just always going to be there
it was a mere flower i had just learned to bear

but something always stopped me from having it torn
from my almost perfect lawn, every sunday morn
however small a place it had in my big heart,
i am glad to have given it at least a part

special, you may truly say, this rose really was
strong, beautiful, something you can surely trust
although it's gone, it will never be forgotten
it owns the fraction of my heart i cannot mend

They're calling me
The trees, the wind
beckoning to join them
They're taunting me
The ferns, the streams
whispering and boasting

It's what I need, yet cannot have
And yet still they call me
They urge me and tempt me
Promising joy and peace
But yet, I stay away

Songs of birds and warmth of sun
Begging me to join them
But responsibility keeps me still
I shy away from my desires
I turn away from lasting peace
And turn instead to dullness

The trees and wind will quiet
The ferns and streams will sober
The birds will stop singing and the sun will stop shining
As I resist the Call of Nature

autumn makes hearts heavy
and the cold air makes more than just your bones ache.
it pervades your chest with inescapable nostalgia
for times you never had.
it is more than regret —
times are ending that you never knew began.
but there are beginnings in these endings.
as these colors explode and fade away,
so too do you.

I enter the small town coffee shop
desperate for caffiene
                           and a moment's respite

and I find it is to another era
I have come, hot and flustered

I look at the menu,
scratched in chalk on dusty board.
No artistic rendering  here
just a list of good honest food,
humble, but a smidgen dear

I order coffee, latte,
with cold milk on the side,
to which the large lady server
looks at me her head cocked to askew
and states, in a flat australian drawl,
that brings billabongs and jumbucks to mind...

Darl, I can make it tepid if ya wants,
or I cans put ya cold milk on the side
but I gotta charge ya extra..
for ya mouthful of chilled moo juice
smiling, lips thin and wide

I replied I'll still take the milk on the side
and one of those little peach cakes
if you don't mind.

She gave me a price and I complied,
thinking unto myself,
the moojuice, must originate
up on heaven's side and
cure all ills, ward off chills
and give only ....
joyous thoughts whilst one imbibes.

I sat at some old farm wifes table
worn down and grooved.
Come to town to shine in this caffiene shrine
rubbing my finger agin the edge
awaiting the latte and cold milk...
on the side....

Watching me from the prized corner table
three old dears.....
With stacked mahjong tiles, and swivelling ears

and on the floor crawling with gay abandon
two small children, in tandem,
they wandered amid the tables
on uneven floors the colour of slate,
deep dark wood, tongue  and groove...
that had seen to much walking, to much talking,
the tongues have slipped and the groove all but broken

As I await the cow to moo, the beans to grow
my heart slows a beat..I let go..
and see the joy, of a fella and a good cuppa,
two old friends caught up in a natter.
and the mahjong queens, realease the tiles
old friend and foes, in an a company of smiles

The cake comes, presented with due grace.
Two  pink half moons of light sponge
in a thin jelly and coconut case,
caught in a lover's kiss of delectable cream

and I understand now,
the cow is an angel,
a veritable dream,
to be loved and cosseted,
the moojuice... of moojuices
the mother of creams...

And now for caffiene...
well go figure...they know their beans

Refreshed and renewed I arise and I leave
but not before buying more moojuice
                                                      an­d moocream...

Let me dance.
Rain will see me free
As a gipsy would be.
Let me dance
Rain the rhythm will keep
Wind gonna howl so deep
Let me dance
Me and gipsy shall dance some more
Let the silk of het skirt never touch the floor

Let's roll on like gypsies fly
Pack our things and say goodbye
Time is short so lets make haste
Let's roll on without a trace

Let's roll on across the plains
Making love and daisy chains
See the world as it was meant to be
Let's roll on until we're free

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Lets roll on across the sands
Travel to a distant land
Settle down and plant a tree
See what it will grow to be

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Let's roll on a simple prayer
On the wind and through the air
And when we're tired and hopes are meek
May we find the lives we seek

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone

If there's reason
To live through the heartaches
To learn from the mistakes
And see the next dawn
Let's roll on

The sun don't seem bright today
And there's clouds in the sky

You're just not yourself today
But there's no reason why

You're talking
Crazy
Words in disguise

They see you
Struggling
Hiding your eyes

You say it's in self defense
You tell yourself lies

When you hurt the ones around you
You're not the one who cries

You turn to
Anyone
You can cling to for a day

Gripping
But slipping
On the ground in your way

So be here now
Someway, somehow
We won't be here again

I promise you
When this is through
I'll still be here my friend

Until the end

Those precious little moments,
Where hearts like ours could mend,
When love was all we lived for,
And dreams could never end.

Each precious little moment,
The hopes we held inside,
The good and bad encountered,
All taken in our stride.

Those precious little moments,
When we walked hand in hand,
No longer to be shared by us,
Despite all that we’d planned.

Each precious little moment,
Wrapped in each others arms,
A safely now long gone to me,
Sat here lost in my qualms.

Those precious little moments,
Where love still found a way,
Shared by our souls forever,
No matter what we say.

Each precious little moment,
We never should regret,
The time we had was special,
I will not soon forget.