in my hearts tree

a firefly

flying fire

against the moon

in a North Carolina night

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the dulcimer

sang greensleeves

-a festival-

on the side

of a green hill

alive and well

growing without

a city wall

and so very

far away

from the sound

of its own shore.… Read the rest

the casual laying down
of your cause by me
has raised on my never
side of pleasing you
a spring which having slept
on as the puppet rehearsal
takes now in the first night
of its life, a pinch of gold
from the one and lonely act
of Adams dreaming … Read the rest

from my side of the table
your bridge to me
is a playing of light
spinning colours
on a wild minaret
of crystalline and tears
tears as in
the raiment of being
being as in
the dark and light
of balance and power
given to us by the angel
of … Read the rest

there is a quietness about this love

centred in a perfected shell

a still point in the moving pattern

that waits frozen stemmed

in the waving dream

for the still part of me

still holding in my deepest stone

a pebble of smooth and silent blue

that drops always, falling … Read the rest

what a strange passage

bird of passage

bird of shining wing

on the wing of light

by the light of seeing

in the light of fire

by the light of pain

and the pain of saying

I need you

bird of passage

bird of streaming flight

on a wave of … Read the rest

I walked by your chair

you said

I made the floor shake

(disturbing you)

I said

as I walk near you

you make the earth tremble

( moving me)

that’s the difference

between us

from where you sit

and I stand.… Read the rest

given a lathe of gold

and a plane of light

and enough time

we could have turned

a highway to the sun

you and I.

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if you want this to be

the beginning

of a new poem

and you need

it enough for us

to begin again

then give … Read the rest

as quiet as thought
and so she was
on this afternoon
of all my Decembers
waiting, for her
and this gift of silence
gathering all of my life
to this temple gate
circled in gold
and rivered in a sunset
of garden and tree
felt now as a silent
singing … Read the rest

thinking of you

and crying

real tears

for the first time

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a first kiss

now shy

and warming

the November rain.… Read the rest

goodbye new girl in my life

you are too bright for my life

for my tiredness and my pain

of which I have only enough

(fortunately)

for old friends and even

older shadows

and I have seen that your pain

is the calm and shining kind

that kills just once… Read the rest