There are hardwood pews at the end of the path
There are beetles that shimmer and shine
But they sit there so humbly as if they were safe
Is it all down to chance, their survival, and mine?

I used to howl for the moon, in the wind, in the storm
And sit on my own by the lake
I used to sing for the sound and the comfort
Thinking all that I had could be anyone’s take

He did appear to have possession
of a Mojo with a Konk-konk-cheroo!

his hesitance cost him, valuably;
he'd still be sitting in a room with no "view".

Take my place, won't you feel the "magic"?
one could learn a thing, or three;

this cursed, dusty, desert's hollow,
with vacant emptiness as far as one can, see.

Then, came this way....a stranger-boy
who could see right-past, the dust;

and, then know what was coming, next
with a sixth sense he could trust.

TREND

Standing on a precipice of pleasant weather
A stormy horizon seen in the distant sky
Growing driving on the winds of desperation
Life’s escape is improbable while still tethered

The cold relentless heart of winter
Reaches out with fingers refusing to remove
Its lifeless grip on the vast emptiness
A panorama of life that works to hinder

Rising winds scorch the outer skin
While still staring into the sun
In hope of feeling its warmth
Omni present, a persistent pain of needles and pins

I guess it’s over now
But what else can I expect?
All of those days you left me
Waiting on your front door steps
There’s no point in asking how
So here’s my heart for hire
I’ll look until my eyes roll back
Until I find that fire

Burn

I’m going up in flames
To ashes in the air
All my life was cold and now
It seems like you don’t care
This heat is getting heavy
Pressure on my head
You meant to call my name
You said “lover” instead

He calls this his dance with the big C
I feel so selfish if tears reach my eyes
he’s far too precious to me
Unwilling to court any sense of demise

It's just - he makes the world stop & centre
Inspires me to dwell in a paradise
He makes me live in the moment
Waking my ears & my eyes

I enter his holy garden
Where the fruits of his labour are bright, tall & flavour filled
& hope he might gift me his pardon
If I cause a commotion when the space is so stilled

I’ve got two armfuls of love for you
I’ll bring ‘em over
To hang your broken mirrors back up
To hang your broken mirrors back up

I’ve got two armfuls of love for you
I’ll bring ‘em over
To kiss your lovely lips, again
To kiss your lovely lips, again

Darling, won’t you pull my strings?
Darling, won't you let me sing?
Your angel face has fallen,
I’ve fallen all for you, here
Your angel face has fallen,
I’ve fallen all for you, dear
Darling, your falling on me

There are times
still
when the fog
rolls in
and you can't see
for sheer
density

You forget
for a moment
that the light
doesn't dwell
somewhere outside
but breathes
from deep
within you

but that is ok

Being lost
in the fog
brings it's own
beauty

Out for an early morning ramble
on an overgrown lane
The sky grey and overcast
menacing with rain.

I happen upon a long forgotten
and broken-down old barn.
pausing to rest a spell
I reflect upon this scene

Rusty tin roof sway backed and
sagging as an old saddle horse.
Tin edges warped and curled back
flutter in the wind.

The moonlight pales
in the wake of your existence,
it's nice to be allowed to see your face.

Treasured seconds, too short
I'm sorry to report,

Fate's not this generous with, "grace".

~

My shadowy thoughts
dare not boast my heart includes
the wondrous likes of you;

while the shadows play
time drifts away,

while your spirit holds the moment, "true".

~

Then, within the pale;
and empty, hollowed dreamscape
that's solely, only mine;

No promises no pain, if it was so easy i would be in Haven.
It’s not your fault I’m so easy to broke, I wish I wasn’t
But what can I do now? Just keep my head undercover
And hope to forgive myself for falling in love with you.
I close my eyes and imagine that I’m in different place
Different skin, different soul. But it’s not gonna happened
So what, I’m just me, silly, stupid and naïve me. Forgive me.