Barcelona to Paris

In the field stands a cottage the road never used to be there

The caravan drivers are grateful a direct route to Montpellier

The mountains breathe like a woman, pregnant, resting, asleep

Tucked under her arm is a village, a steeple and people to keep

Then my mind wonders back to you no matter how much I tell it to stop

It's hard to believe myself I feel the opposite when I'm not

I want to tell you I want you but I don't think it right

For the part of me that's uncertain often wakes up at night

We slowly pull it at the station the leaves become each individual

I'll never see them again but still I check my phone's schedule

And then the rising moon, settling me, slowing

So constant I forget it's there, reflecting, silent, glowing

Dunbar

The bird in the cage

The men at the table

The sea in the distant mist

The capture of time

The quest of the mind

The hopelessness and the bliss

The spoon and the fork

The small jug of milk

The sun from window to floor

The start of the day

The middle of May

The kettle the cake the core

Mourning

 

I mourn for you in the morning with the sunlight on my back

I wonder if it’s for you or for a kind of love I’ve never had

 

The one who burns to draw you while you’re naked and asleep

The one who yearns to listen to the secrets that you keep

 

Still I whisper to the love I feel as it sits beneath my chest

I hear you but be patient for it is time that answers best

 

The sun rises to my hair, dancing between the strands

I remember how you held it as we moved amongst the sand

 

In writing now it’s love I feel not mourning as it started

Without or with another one I will never be half-hearted

Reclaim the Power

My thoughts are manic from morning to night
My feelings once stifled are coming alight
They wind corridors then jump to the roof
They switch to the now then swap to the truth

They're in a process of negotiation
Recovering from anicdotal condition
They're making the link from external to soul
Creative engagement from one to the whole

From deep in the basement there is no suprise
Just the time of arrangement from one that's arrived
I will give them the room even though I am tired
Environmental involvement has got them inspired

I offer protection while they hold off the old at the fort
We can do the same with the climate and show our support
They're in re- education and climbing the tower
Step by step up the staircase, Reclaiming the Power.

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