MEETING PLACE

We meet
In the silence,
In the stillness, 
Unbroken
By the shape
Of reason.

WE ARE

We are the rainbow,

The rain

And the sun,

The liberty lost

Before striving begun,

We are the silence,

The calm

In the storm,

Clouds changing shape,

Yet escaping all form.

DISCLOSURE

Where?
That piercing truth,
That jagged awakening,
Defying the smooth curves
Of nature's gentility,
Where?
The sharply faceted,
Blinding diamond,
The stake to the heart
Moment,
Resistant to
Immediate familiarity,
Slipping away into
Comfort's contour,
Where?
The sword from the stone,
The bolt from the blue,
To split asunder
Those conforming dreams,
Where?
The shattering intrusion,
The irrefutable shock,
Are these not
Nature's ways,
Never turning
In her sleep,
No night time horror
Disturbing her
Most lawful play?

NOW

That soft, 
Fleeting kiss 
Of now,
Feather-light
Upon the cheek,
The sparse dusting
Of its sensation,
Escaping proof,
For eternity,
Melting between
The crevice-way,
Briefly visible
In all that is unseen,
Merits,
Though majestically,
Little more than
Probability,
That none
May confirm,
Yet stands
So bold
And proud
In memory.

MANCHESTER

Most devilish alchemy,
Transmuting death,
From Liberty,
How brave the truth
That stands,
Eternally proud,
Against such ruthless flailing,
Where all become,
In honour's failing,
The enemy of a few,
Bitter, cheapened lives,
Whose blood
Now mingles
With the freedom
So despised,
A short taste for them,
In their final breath,
Of how we dream,
Of what our burden's for,
To live with love,
Each day for more,
No destiny
Upon some further shore.

EXOTIC

How exotically curious
It is to be,
Although,
Of infinite possibility,
There is no variety
Of me,
The mirror for a soul,
And its rejoicing.
I know not,
The magic
That lets me be,
But basking
In its supremacy,
Love rebounds
From its contraction,
Seeking only
To be free.

TRiUMPhant

The prodigal son
Of success,
In extreme,
An automaton,
Of the American dream,
With the loud bluff
Of a powerful nation,
And the puff of proud
Separation made,
A black-smoked conflagration,
The zenith of disintegration,
Snakes its way
From constitutional stockades.

SLEEP

To be cradled,
By angels,
While I sleep,
In love as high,
As my darkness
Is deep,
With Holy kindness,
Rid my blindness,
And bid this heart
Ne'r need to weep.

GREAT SPIRIT

Great spirit,

Whose ghostly face

I see,

Where sound 

Be heard,

Or light

Observed,

Hiding,

Just before the ear,

Secreted in the eye,

Quivering

Within the tongue,

To steal sweet textures,

Or perched,

To pluck a fragrance

From the air,

Forever young

Your beating heart,

And fleet your feet

Upon the ground,

Shifting there,

As all the shapes,

Thus designed.

There,

Outlined

By the grace

And favour

Of curious delight,

Might your face

Be found. 

HUNGER

The oppressive pecking 

Of narcissistic ravens,

Stealing every errant crumb,

The vacancies of their gut,

Sharpen a cruel gaze,

That wastes nothing,

In this thievish alchemy,

The cheapest paste,

Transforms

To jewels. 

STAR

I remember this bright star,

Whose light bestows my liberty,

Banishing afar,

Those shadows of desire,

For this itself is my fire,

Its warm flame of fullness,

Only felt,

Through this crack in time,

An axis for heaven or hell in turn,

Where burns the lustre of idle dreams,

To ash and wholesome plenitude.

HOW

Softer still,

Than dandelion whispers,

A more gentle falling

Upon your ear,

Than a flight of

Angel feathers,

The mighty silence

Of listening,

A quicksilver shimmering,

Brushing that same

Sweet silk,

Glistening,

Between these words.

I bid you hear,

The eternal echoes 

Of this heart,

Shapeless,

And free,

More common

Than dust,

As precious

As starlight,

Warmer than

Ten thousand suns,

Do I love thee.

APPEALING

Through parting clouds,
The moon and stars,
Shift their gaze,
Warm eyes
And nodding smiles,
Beam down,
As another man's laughter,
Peals triumphant,
To the ends of time,
His brittle mask of reason,
Blowing as dust
Upon the ground.

ALIGHT

There is no more such warm a delight,
Than tearing out each serious page,
And then as tinder, to set alight,
Upon the roaring flame of laughter.

MOONDANCE

My ring-a-ring-o-roses,
Jiving queen,
Whose Mona Lisa
Smile serene,
Confides her secret,
There to glean,
The invisible hides
In what is seen.

PATHWAY

It never was
The mere computation
Of cold probability,
Only for the seeing,
But sparks of fire,
Exploding,
Above a sea
Of volatile tears,
Feeling their way
Into being,
Countless years
Of new tomorrows,
Baby steps of desire,
Confounded,
By the tripwire of morality.

TOP PRIORITY

Every question has a rainbow hue,

Not pertaining to just this,

Or just that,

But like a spinning top,

It is the whole,

Balanced,

On a point.

PEBBLES

Dropping pebbles,

Silken, silvered ripples 

Surround me,

Escaping,

To a distant past,

An unknown shore,

Carrying with them,

The broken reflection,

Of me,

Dropping more.

SUN-STAR

Bright the myriad of stars,
Yet only one
A giver of life,
Our shining sun,
A portal of light,
Reflecting,
What we may become,
Beautifully drawn
Across the sky,
Mimicking,
Our inner horizon,
Its glorious warmth,
Luring our hearts
From darkness,
And curing our scorn,
For the night.

GLASTONBURY

These lips mayn't spell,
Nor this tongue tell,
The full magic of that night,
Of ancient power,
Of Torr, and tower,
Stately stone on stone,
Drained of colour,
Ghostly grey,
Shimmering,
In harvest moonlight,
Called by heavenly voices,
Whose secret bidding,
To awaken Mother Earth,
With sacred song,
Those long slumbered spirits,
Summoned by an olden lore,
Sleep no more,
Sleep no more,
Nor could my heart,
As golden harp caressed the air,
Do less than weep and sing,
Filled with distant stirring,
Within what seemed
A holy dream,
Yet we were there,
So blessed to share,