Cool Water

Diving deep into cool water
Clear as starlight no hidden depths
Just the simple pleasure of swimming
With the one I love

Apollo 11

Once in a great while
People do something great
That will echo down the years
Shaming those who have more
But do less
A silver light in the night
Shows us where they walked
Footsteps wait for us to follow

Is that me?

Bad mood sits like a cloud
Hunger, tiredness, impatience
Imperfect brain and body
Intelligence looks at the animal in the mirror
Is that me?

Fallow Season

The long fallow season
Stony ground where wind bites hard
And echoes through
Empty caverns
Ruffling the surface of deep flowing water

Tomorrow Comes

Watch ticks out it’s time
This day could last a lifetime
Soon tomorrow comes


Shoulders hunched over
Sun is bright in a blue sky
Neck straining upwards

Fading of the Day

She sat on my knee
And said she loved me
Sun bright hair and wicked smile
But time took her away
Friends like brothers
A careless age
We thought it would never end
But nothing outlasts time
With each turn of the hand
Poor memory
Takes place of vigour
Our steps track down
A shrinking path
In the fading of the day


I may try
The patience of a saint
But never doubt my love
It shines through the darkest cloud
As hot as the day we met
As loyal as the earth
Beneath your feet


So many lives
Lost in long ago
The girl I never kissed
The job I didn’t take
The road untravelled or the party missed
We value what we left behind
Our youth rolled up and smoked
The beer bottle drained
Before the lights came on and sent us home
Chapters written and forgotten before we knew the book could end
But somehow we can’t forget
We dream we’re still that boy, that girl
Lost now in another time
What is this force that pulls me back
Is it you?
We said goodbye
And now I’m not me
And you’re not you
It’s enough to make me shed a tear
And wish that it was yesteryear


Sweet relief of night
Warm embracing dark
Forget the business of the day
In favour of sleep
Let it’s tide wash me out
Let it’s forests lose me
Let it’s tales of long ago
Regale me, haunt me, fill me
With sharp, bright emotions
Then send me swimming from the depths
Striving to remember
That I own this body
Or it owns me
But until then –
Let me sleep

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