the Sunday slow down
the silent songs

reaping quietness
in solitude.

a day of the sun-
children raptured in invisible light.

Hello

Why does that little wheel spin?
Why does my patience wear thin?

Where are the poems I seek to read?
Where is the solution that we need?

Please repair the sites buffering
Please end our incessant suffering

We want to feel through others words
We want to work towards

Poetry

the signs are setting out their banners
Winter will be long-

but beauty cannot be denied
-and your heart will sing Winters songs.

universal mystery
accepted reality

in the mystery of you
the mystery of me

roaming in and out of zones
listening out listening in

writing on the walls of your mind
a way out for your heart

nailed to the mast
hoisted flag

feet on the earth
head in the sky

a shared fulfilled vocation
- giving birth to songs.

always living in relation
heightened in the depths of solitude