My dark, my light,
My star shining so bright,
My heaven, my hell,
My only prayer for a wishing well,
My smile, my tear,
My strength to overcome fear,
My silence, my song,
My right to every wrong,
My baby, my boy,
My highest and pure joy,
My life, my all,
My reason to stand tall,
Do me a favour - be okay

In your highs and your lows,
Your happiness and your despair,
Your brilliance and your confusion,
Your purity and your sin,
Your dark and your bright,
Your sunshine days and desperate nights,
I want you in your all,
I want your entirety

I am a sheep in Wolf’s clothing
With a silver-lined tongue
Looking everywhere for the one place
My sharp-toothed mask may be hung

My habits are more suited
For the habitat I inhabit
Thank my truest sense of self
Who longs to love the lonely rabbit

I speak words of poignant truth
That effervesce unbidden
From within my deepest reaches
The parts of me which I keep hidden

Sometimes the things I say
Are so bold and unexpected
I realize they were not needed
Only once I’ve genuflected

I see myself, since being here
And like not my pale façade
A man of faith, extended Grace
Pretends to be something he’s not.

The dawn has turned the dimmer up
Painting the watery sky grey
And the dew hangs everywhere
Like polished tears glinting
And an early sign of impending spring
As the birds begin their choral efforts
Later in the year they will sound like
A busy open air market
As the business of the day begins
And breakfasts are squabbled over

                                           By Phil Roberts

Eyes to eyes, lips to lips
I trace your heart, with my fingertips
I'm just a dream away from crying
Whenever I'm this close, this close to you

With eyes wide shut, I belong to you
My heart exposed, a dream come true
Oh! Won't you dream with me?
I'm not asleep, on the other side

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say