A wilderness of wildest grass Sweeping like waves across a sea, As green as time, as fresh as dawn, The wind that cuts us drives us on There is that sound that sweet refrain It’s in my heart it’s in
Read more ...Ghost Riders
Entre Chien et Loup
Bright is the portal of our memory, Which like the sun lights up our life. All the constellations are our friends Without whom life would be intolerable, And in that light of memory we bathe Enhancing every passing day Hope
Read more ...Black Velvet Night
Black velvet night, and cold steel days, Sprinkled with stars, whipped by wind, Which curls the leaves as they fall, Turning our lush green into grey. Into the underworld the sun. Doors of light are closing now, And lives flutter
Read more ...The Three Magi
Three men star struck Astrologers of great renown, Following long roads, high mountains Deserts red and black On and on, Knowing they would arrive. The dromedary stumbled A gift shifted its weight A man sighed, Three silk turbans wrapped heads
Read more ...The Dancer
The Dancer He looked like a lumberjack, but moved like a swan He asked me to dance, as if we were one He took my hand, and the rhythm was strong, I knew with this dancer I could do
Read more ...Christmas in London
Christmas in London Perhaps then I am dull of soul, That I can walk through London’s lights And see only crowds, impenetrable. Jostling, confusing, noisy, A shock from my quiet home. The bare trees seem to have no place Amid
Read more ...THE WAY
The Way began long time ago, In spring and winter deep in snow, I saw the Way I knew its charm, I knew that it could cause me harm, In that place such as I find, Courage, power and
Read more ...LIGHT
‘ Then there was light!’ Give me light, early morning light in all its delicate fronds Scraping through clouds or burning the edge Of the earth with cold fire. Give me dappled light, broken through trees Hazelnut light, bracken light,
Read more ...A Tale of Two Cities
A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
Read more ...The Patchwork Quilt
THE PATCHWORK QUILT. Across my bed silently it lies, That patchwork quilt, Its weight is warming, The colours vibrant Cathedral-like stained glass, It many stories tell. Each piece so delicately made It could be sewn By the Tailor
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