In the melodic New Brighton surf,friends and strangers grace the earth,standing knee deep in the tide that does seep to where we hide ,blessed below the snow white doves avast this cumulus heaven above hold me in your windswept charms fall into your spacey arms.

Up in the morning and never too late,down to the teapot and down to the plate,my life would surely be a whirl if i had this darling girl .  

    my god you take it so immense winding boy upon a fence sitting high upon your place there's my heaven in your face.

     up in the morning and never to late down to the world and all we create who will decide please help me choose little Lucy shine your shoes.

Up in the morning and never to late is it decided or is It fate.kiss the ground I do devour in the madness  of this hour.

In the summer of your eyes  In the waves upon your breath In the caves that grace your heart,we will never be apart.

The summer never passes..into the wind and the earth is so blue ,is when i stopped and thought of you,   this world i ride alone hoping that one day you would be back home ,and knowing my heart it could never be mended sail into the summer that never  ended.up in the treetops so high as birds feel my honesty cherish your words .sit forever and watch the rope burn round and round the trees we are spinning this is are life and nows the beggining.and so to the summer that never passes ringlets of smoke in the longest of grasses all of the time i know you believe me i cant hear you voice but i know you can see me.

Heavy the eyes that closed down to the moon,this pendulum swooped about my room ,and gone is the world and all we create laying all love now between you,me   and fate

Heavy the night that closed down to the moon,the hands of time sail on by my room.and if all we do,takes the time and a day.i think I must tell you that I want you to stay.

The flame of orange reflections stay married with the darkend shore the grey clouds paint lifes backdrop of fate the crawling sea can only roar.the world is on fire igniting the sands leave the earth come take my hands a different view another way but deep inside i know ill stay.this closing tide will cure my weakness your healing salt will be my sweetness as for all lifes anchient creatures whos bones in dust create the world into the greatest winds that we are hurled .

Running down our hall at52wright street at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour with an apple in my hand racing into the summerheat that was barging its way through our front door...SMACK.i just remember the full force of my face hitting the square indent of the marble porch floor where the doormat was supposed to be.that would be the earliest thought that I can remember                 mum walked me up church street to my grandads house.was also a very warm morning,it must have been just before the start of the summer holidays  i was crying it was toy day in school the last day the school year.and I couldn't find the right toy I wanted to take in with me.mum must of been off to work because grandad would take me over to school half an hour later,,mum left and grandad sat in silence looking out of his window where he always sat .the huge tree swayed and tumbled like a velvet sea of green scattering the morning sun into a thousand mornings...                                    but still I cried,,then grandad sighed and said ,,what are you crying for on a beautiful morning like this.......i didn't answer...i did not know if it was a question.

it burns too deep within my sight, the silvery bitter blackness that hangs upon the night.and into your grasp i am decending,  into the deep ,is myself ,that im sending, upon your great bow i stand open mouthed and bracing your emptiness seek what i once found out off a land i knew that existed before the great night was so solomly twisted into the torrents that so painfully blisterd because of the vastness i knew i had missed it ..so into the belly of the heart that had found it now cutting the ropes that had circled and bound it ,feeling the freedom that had so carefully bound the light that the night had so silently found.