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  The Leaving


There’s a silence I have known

Built of wide horizon calm

With breaking waves and descant seagull call 

Where empty beaches glisten

 In pool filled gullies for a sea crab’s crawl

 Flats of sand dune soften paths well known

 But still untrodden 

Such is their eerie, stinking nature 

Emptied of all sound, no drumbeat wind

 Nor rough grass whisper 

Can halt the grey dawn’s indignant moan

Yet still I see you from afar

Walking in mist, sunshine and in rain

Each stride a measure of dissent

Crouched against the vicissitudes of doubt 

Soul sprung against the power of fate

 Burnt in your vigour and your yearning

 While ocean tides beat hope and meaning

 From every drop of lust and sweat 

The tell tale signs of fear and breeding

So have I seen the daybreak

Set against the crimson sky

So have I felt the sun upon my eye

If you will but turn and smile

I’ll save myself before the tide has turned 

Do the Gods approve?

Are we not entertained?

There’s silence for you before the bolts return 

An idiot’s answer to a prayer unspoken.

  We Live in Hope


We live in hope

‎‎That more is still to come

‎A second chance‎

To turn cut flowers

Of love and life

‎So carefully placed

So lost, so weak,

Across a bay of dreams

And fed by mortal streams of joy‎

All swollen with ambition

Into something more than this

More than what we have

Gasping to feed fresh pools of yearning

‎And yet, and yet,

Despite our best endeavours,

Our most sincere regard

We know the truth

Or sense it if our faculties of reason

Refuse to see beyond the far horizon

That bites each happiness of our restless‎ state

A mountain range of ever shifting season.

Tonight


It's late tonight

Real dark outside

No moonshine bright

No high spring tide

Can break the sound

Of long lost calls

To lovers gone

When the red mist falls


So take this love

That I give to you

Yes take this love

Before we say adieu

Don't break my heart

Before the morning’s new


The wind's got up

Trees bend like sails

Fast clouds skid by

Like ink will dry

Don't shut me out

Don't curse my name

No need to shout

Let peace prevail 


So take this love

That I send to you

Yes take this love

Before we say adieu

Don't break my heart

Before the morning’s new


If tomorrow comes 

And I'm not here

Don't think we're done

I'm just needing air

You got so close

To the core of me

I needed time

To be truly free


So take this love

That I send to you

Yes take this love

Before we say adieu

Don't break my heart

Before the morning’s new

  Far Out


Far out

Beyond the unseen boundary line

Where fickle seas seep in

And soundless caverns declare

A muted echoing of sins

That bleed the sands of time

And make the ceaseless winds run wild

There, on falling waves

Of wearied desperation

A figure freezes in the shadows

Familiar to the eye

Fires all burnt to embers

Hissing with dissent

Too late for saving now

The Love that was

Shrill beats a lingered sad lament

A storm is coming

And a leaving

Foretold by crying of the soul

And a latter child’s new grieving

Pierces the hateful truth and more

‘Tis the Devil’s work

This brooding black

Harbinger of the dark night’s descent

A story often told

Yet on this sorrowed beat

New hope prevails

To usher in the dawn

A warming of the sun

For men too weak to fail

Will find their future tears

Find refuge from their runs

While Love becomes a Saviour

In these stolen final years

As may break the numbness

Sharp bitter residue of fears

Now passion comes

To stride its pitted furrows once again

 And from the fusion of the sweat and lust

 A bond is formed

 A sacred trust

 To venture out where reason must.

  They Will Come


They will come

Over the dark line ahead 

Over mountains cut into the frozen air

Over streams and torrents

And the broken river

Where shadows play

Where the sun was long forgotten

They will come

With stealth, silent, unechoed

To save and to fill lost hearts again

Because you are one of them

Because beyond Love nothing is

Because in that moment 

We will be one

And we shall be together

Until the moon has sunk 

And the dawn draws near

All darkness gone

All hesitation and reserve

Melted as snow amidst these hills

Fears replaced by silence 

And a gentle knowing 

That we have each other

And that is enough

Enough for now

Enough until the very end

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