If there are wrecking ***** inside us all
then I'm gonna use it to tear down these walls
we've built up to shelter ourselves
keeping us away from the grace of each others company
there's words here haphazardly spilled
and its time to clean up this mess of a life we've accustomed ourselves
to and pick up the pieces we've carefully laid out
side of our hearts waiting to be appreciated
but swept away into the gutter with every insult and chance
oh I know this precious moment can't last forever
cuz nothing lasts forever
but let's never end
these memories that we share
these moments where we dare
to just close our eyes and love instead of hate
oh let these walls crumble down
and let's embrace
all of us
the whole human race in one single place
I know and you know and we know
this time it'll never end
because we've only just began
and if you reach out with your hand
then ill reach out with mine
and ill pull you in
and ill pull you up
when these times get too tough
oh I know it's unbearable
but there are truths to these words:
we're in this together and we can make it thru
oh we can pull on thru to our own enlightenment of heaven
cuz there's only one chance we have to live this life correctly
so we tie our arms around each other
consoling our lonesome hearts with words we only speak for truth
and we watch these brick and mortar walls crumble
and enjoy this life we live together.

the cold just wants to hold us -
mold us into the blowing wind, fold us down beneath our coats,
bite deep - beneath our skin, beneath our bones.

so we won't forget
how our legs might shake
and our lips might chap
and our hair might brittle
beneath winter caps.

so we won't forget
how our voices go hoarse
and our noses glow pink
and the colder we get
the more the warmth stings.

so we won't forget
any of these things.

the cold just wants to hold us - selfish, but unknowingly so.
cradle us in long arms, carefully, inside the crook
of winter's elbow.

I
 
Why do I keep looking at you?
Today another photograph
pinned me to my notice board.
You, darling, dearest girl,
a woman so finely formed
by motherhood, I ache
to think I have lain beside you.
Nobody has your smile,
the sweep of your face
beneath hair that has become
my rest, my home.
 
 II

I daren’t write about your voice
but I will, as it holds me to you down this phone.
I feel its formants rest on my shoulder
          (like your hand)
and  so compassed about with phrases
I am gathered to you in a shower of syllables.
So when you say I don’t want this to end
our talk together my body breaches
dolphin-like from a cold sea – in joy.
 
 III

I realise in imagined talk with you
it is as though we are close in bed,
so close hardly a whisper’s spent,
barely a breath’s taken.
This is how it is when I walk alone
in the night-time park,
and then today in the shopping mall
I forced myself to enter, a short-cut
I said, but knew I’d regret the route.
How could I talk here to my love
when I have known you
under islands’ skies and soft air
kissing deeply at every gate
our hands unclaspable
steering our passion’s cargo
to home and harbour.

I need something light and cheerful
To remind of the beauty and good
Soo I will write about crayons, under-rated, and butterflies
And roses, over-rated, and friends
And love, simply confusing, and puppies
And soft furry squishy warm pretty lovely good-smelling things.
Oh yeah, and faeries and their mischievous pixie cousins