love can you steal for me
time enough
to mend the wings of children
(from fairie to myth)
of all the children
my dreams have given birth to
you only know
what kingdoms they have to see
with real kings in store
(kindly)
and limited seasons for flying
love pray … Read the rest

all the partings that were you and I
in the deep dying down of the poets lift
have nothing to give now to the freedom fall
and the floating fall on fairy wings
from sea bred parks and too distant stars
and non-magic rings, its a natural fall
to the … Read the rest

love light now you sing

you sing

in flesh and bone

and know there is a limit

to being

when being is alone

and that behind our game

and around its frame

by the stretching

of our skin

there is no name

and there is no claim

to this loving… Read the rest

sounds like

the softening sharp

of a cloud island sky

the clapping blue

of a land galleoned sea

the gentle dark

of a blanket spun night

the trembling peace

of a child sighted day

the opening gate

of a million star mile

the kissing white

of a dove led swan… Read the rest

seen in the last light of heaven

this futures children

of quick movement and knowing eye

grinning with the ferocity

of dark tigers

at the giant rain clad archers

a thousand feet tall

firing bolts of fine blue

above princely shepherds

and peaceful dragons

in a silent stately dance

slow … Read the rest

the man who lives in rainbows
wants to live with you
his body
the half circle on your earth
his hands
to your heart
his feet
to your soul
his touching
and your colours
become his colours
of bright blinding purity
his pulse
softly expanding
your rings of light
and … Read the rest

does your months trickery of Sundays
spent as shiny country one days
bring a least a mantis of hope
for all the hollow beeches
an their tubes of fine steel
laid in by the micro’s eye
embalming constant life
for the lifting up of fairy lights
on chains of wired … Read the rest

someone strong death
in his pale fortress of gold
laid down by me today
and in between whispers
we spoke of you
of loving and belonging.

I cried, he laughed
laughter as a corkscrewing
of hyenas, convulsing the room
into a rutting of crude fires
low without light
but darkly … Read the rest

last night

I needed you

to see me home

but had only

the length of a star

to show me the way

but the light

having travelled

so far

got lost

in a tree

and so did I

when I learn

how to ignore

the night sky

or move trees… Read the rest

if love like a child should call you out

you would play

as freely then as the evening rain

you would fall

long and peacefully

between the high trees

never once losing sight of the sun

or taking count of your falling

you would fall

wonder fully touching each part… Read the rest