my heart wakes last of all
at the touch of love.

and now awake she unfurls
into all the spaces.

filling up all that's wanting
she sings to her lover.

the lover who rouses
all that's good within her.

one small act of selflessness
a cup of water

after reading of the spiritual
love permeates all souls

its not rocket science
although charity dwells there too

I sat on the back of the white stallion
a warrior in all poetical glory-
many decades ago.
And I travelled the road of broken love
wishing for the unrequited to heal.
Now the white stallion is no more
and the warrior sings different songs.
The road of a poets lot
always reaches into the ancient past
and grows into the full stature of warrior-hood.

your art shook my foundations
disturbed my complacency

now I understand
why you are so needed

plain as you are
your voice came to me

and then I realised
it was I who was speaking

It hurts hiding inside myself,
    I won't do it any longer...  

I need to be free
      To show the true me
          
   And finally escape
          This life filed with
     **Misery