and in his eyes, reflected
the childhood gifts
of kingdoms present
and later the sun
saw its true image
for the first time
while the fields
played themselves
to sleep,
in his eyes
the shepherds
gave their name to reality.
temples were glad
to loose their seals
as compassion
moved … Read the rest
in a time apart
from time
you asked me
for nothing
and I gave you
a burning field
in bright sunshine
a warm shoulder
of sitting grey
and so far away
a place
without reason
in a time
apart from time
you asked me
for nothing
and I gave you… Read the rest
african friendship
bonded the night
and jungle cries
defy the hammer
as the slave child
in fear and trust
walks hand in hand
with the primeaval right
to beckoning shapes
that bleed
for release
in the freedom
of your acceptance… Read the rest
I have shaken the tree
and from its roots
felt the earth tremble
I have heard the waterfall sing
and seen the mountain
divided by its song
I have danced with the flame
and cried for her
absence in the morning
I have called the night horseman
and did not … Read the rest
a field of dark sky
reaching out
its hand
to the streets
in brightness
held an arc of soft fire
gently raised
as the sunlight
touched rain
stretching the spectrum
from creation
to the child
as the infant played
the coloured light
settling on his palm
and then reflected
to … Read the rest
on a shifting
pillow of dreams
child like, my child
harp like, my love
curled light
and singing
see how the angel
brings her
the world
on a pillow
of shifting dreams.
___________________
how should I paint
the day
that you left
as leaves
that dance
against the wind
as … Read the rest
wednesday
is a square whitened
by a reachless
blue sky
as we followed
the sun
behind the column
as a shadow
in single file
pursued
the empty fountain
past children
in still life
and a cripple
amongst pigeons
to the river
by day
high and unclean
to the river
by … Read the rest
on a shifting
pillow of dreams
child like, my child
harp like, my love
curled light
and singing
see how the angel
brings her
the world
on a pillow
of shifting dreams.
___________________
how should I paint
the day
that you left
as leaves
that dance
against the wind
as … Read the rest
as you passed
my window
had you noticed
how lovingly
trains
hold each other
as they meet
in the night
and how
we in them
share
the same light
same journey
or were you
asleep
when you passed
my window.… Read the rest