Rhyming Verse and Poetry

Words skid across
its crystal face
enraptured
Reach out to
clasp it and embrace
you're captured
Hidden in the silent air
sleepless
the mystery
will take you 'til
you're gone
Serenades
a diamond rare
the sacred love of
freedom's song.

26 9 06

The Ever-shining Sea

Memories past
cast long shadows
clouding
the ever-shining sea
masking
the clear-light
of eternity

Future thoughts
share shadowing
with memories gone
as thoughts are
time-bound children
lost to
freedom's song

Dive deep
into the ocean
where the motion
turns still
where the sounds of silence
resonate
to a long forgotten will

Beneath that churning foam
no ripples crease the sea
sacrifice
on the altar of time
surrendering
the separation
called me.

The mystery
sits mighty
majestic
on it's throne
as the serene song
of the sea sirens
seduces you
home.

15. 3. 2005

May the mystery take you
weaving solar strands
webbing your heart
dancing the dreamtime
as invisible hands
guide the winds of change
Oh to be taken into
the mystery.

1. 2005

I took a lone walk
at the close of day
gazed over sea
shot red
shattered gold-glass
and tripped the sand to the
shags and sailing seagulls.
Gold gave way to granite glistening
milked with moonlight
where the ink filled night
heralded a hush
as the birdsong bedded down
cloaked in silence stilled
I am standing
awe-filled.

8. 7.2004

The language of life speaks universes
spinning a glittering tapestry
into the dark velvet deep
as the cosmos stirs from a timeless sleep
planetary arms radiate space
in a mutual gravitational embrace
we are blazing and orbiting each other
stargazing the spheres
revealing the dance of the cosmic lover
spiral tunnelling light years
worlds within worlds
undulate in a stellar sea
a cosmic flame laser arcs
where constellations transit eternity
as the heavens bed down in our hearts.

12.4.2003

In the bed of Being
life and death unite
soul mates eternally wed
where creations womb ignites
birthing universes pulsating red
Life dances to the bells of time
singing a lovers song
when the bells no longer chime
and time weighs heavy and long
And the long bow quivers in trepidation
as the arrow finds its mark
death opens in anticipation
into the long night of the dark
Voided within the inner space
a whispering melody is heard
a ripple creases heavens face
as Grace sounds out The Word
“Life and death are partners in
a cosmic game
When life has loved and satisfied its thirst
death stakes a claim
on the sons and daughters of the Universe
Yet there is only life loving itself
Death is an eternal sea
the arms of love welcome us home
spirits soaring free
to roam the heart of space
eternally”

19.3.2003

Seasons of the Heart

The Heart is blooding
grieving the blue
flooding
rushing
flushing old debris
allowing the new
The Heart is throbbing
bursting anew
garnetted gold
spinning into view
toiling the old
no more
winning
I soar
The Heart is pulsing
webbing waltzing
weaving delicate strands
ebbing the flow
rippling sands
a mind captured
letting go
taken by invisible hands
enraptured.
The Heart is bringing
a wellspring
whispering wisdom
self fulfilling
willing
fed from depths of Being
pure and all seeing
The Heart is winging
singing
ancient tales since time began
trading time’s tune
for the Eternal Heart
of creation’s womb
I enter
the centre
I Am.

10.9.2000

Early morning sunrise

‘Tis a dawn day
quiet pastel flush
spreading hush
water colour world
fireball golden rise
redding
Aotearoa skies
granite sea reflects
first light
song sets
the day
early morning sunrise.

2000

The mystic heart

There is a living word
whispering in the silence of the soul
shining in the compassionate heart
calling from moment to moment
voice of the timeless
life ever-new
ever present
guiding light of the Mystic Heart
not written, not a doctrine
not a religion
dynamic
loving
creative.

2000

Body bird
mauling forsaken
last word
grief screeches
a lonesome call
death reaches
the final fall
Poised and hawking
swoops a flutter
taken falling
beats a breast
calling awaken
and scutter.
Hushed and still
flushed and feathered
tethered
dust to dust
until
a rising upthrust
winging
skywards
cuts the ties that bind
Severed and flying free
unwind espirit
to soar and sear
the heart of space
for evermore.

1999

When I suck the Kumara

When they drop me down
I won’t go down with a frown
When they drop me in
I intend to go down with a grin
And when rigor mortis takes hold
I hope that me grin is big and bold
And as I turn to dust and dirt
I hope me stiff grin doesn’t hurt
I’ll smile smile smile all the way
I won’t let death ruin my day
I’ll keep me humour no matter what
Even as they till me plot
Even as they carve my stone
I will accept me lot, won’t moan
Whoever writes my epitaph
I will have the final laugh
Refer to me as the ‘dear departed’
I will laugh and be light-hearted
They think I just sucked the kumara
Dead? No way, ‘tis just a rumour

1998

A lament in the Void

How does a heart sound the pain
where the rhythm of love
trips to the rain
falling
into the wild the wide the deep
reaching
the other side
in a never ending sleep
suspended
in a nowhere place
aching
faking
sun-kiss upon the face
dying
lying that all is well
a tin pot robot hell
fireless and soul lost
screaming the silence
unbearable nothing place
trapped
eternally in empty space

20.11.1995

A gentle lapping song
shores at the edges of my soul
an inarticulate whisper
holds all harmony
in a heart-beat
let us serenade the innocence.

15. 5. 1995

Dreamtide lives
ebb and flow
we are travellers
tunnelling time warps
like garrulling ghosts
echoing on
Lifestreams spray
the land of dreams
into a wavelike whirlpool
falling we enter
far flung we forge
another 3D reality
lifetimes.

1993

Fear = Death

A long screech into the lone dark night
on the altar of the sacrificial site
night claw predator swift and sure
glides ghostlike down deaths corridor
Prey is dead
Pray for the dead
Pray.
Impaled upon the wheel of destiny
bulging eyes blood-lit and spinning
galactic freak-show out of control
free-falling forever faceless
black as black and spaceless.

Love = Life

Day floods the night that fills the void
illuminating the dance of the planetary actinoid
children of eternity whirl into life’s embrace
choreographed by the hand of Grace
Praise the Light
Praise Life
Praise.
In the silence of perfection
mind mirrors the divine reflection
The soft breath of a snow white dove
whispers
life is a never ending love.

1993

At the core of Being
bonhomie
all power and potential
in perpetuity
where world’s scatter-seed
creating universes
spinning time into truth
on Love’s Loom
endlessly.

1992

Aotearoa rising windward
Emerging gold gaseous
Visioning flushed flaming
Aotearoa setting seaward
Corralled in liquid-light
Ripples crease the aquatic deep
As the breath of life
Swirls sea-spray
And the heart-blood pulsates
Preparing to people the land.

1990

The wind feels its way over hillsides
flies into cliff faces
the sky at midnight blue
rushes in to greet the days first blush
as the song of morning rises the day
A black-eyed gull
beady and bald
takes stock
over a sea shining
a compliment to the dawn
The shell-shore litter
trails the coast
scattering rock croppings
that perch
staring out to sea
oblivious to the Pohutakawas
bent in quiet expectation
exercising their natural right
It’s a days divide between dawn and dusk
As we sit and soak the scene inside us.

1989

Golden fingers
long and tenuous
rake the horizon
revealing welts of purple-red
a hush holds at days end
toi toi sways in a still frame
A shrill cry splits apart flaxen
castles where
long shadows lie
A lone Pukeko
leaps silently into the fading light
as the marshland opens
it’s arms to the night.

1989

Blue water deep
skeletal fragments float
suspended
caught in a cross-current swirl
swinging to some soundless rhythm
fossilized forever.

1989

Haute Couture Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
a quiet buzz
ra ta ta of laughter
moments minutes
days weeks
months years
a drum rolls into distant time
The room fades
no walls
no floor
no ceiling
to the topic
Suspended animation
long days
sharp and clear
where
the mind reveals itself to itself
and the other so near
In tune
a long time through the years
You wear a revealing suit
so do I
I like your style
your cut and thrust
Ever exchanging garments of the mind
Haute Couture Communiqué
intimacy of long friends in time
through the years.

1989

Deep down
the bowels of the earth
erupt
to spill over into the cavernous deep
where worlds submerge and subside
A dream-womb
entombs
melting pots
granite glazed aquamarine
and fashioned by an invisible hand
A mind remembers the place
where sea-coal embers smoulder
and vaporous gases
curl and cup
to pour lubricant
on an ancient scene
Once dead
the heart-land explodes
and earth’s blood-streams
molten gold
echoing visions from an epoch
of old
as told
in a dream
deep down.

1988

Gulf Gazing

Blue fades into distant hue
dappled white and pink
lined grey
a long forgotten melody chimes
carried wind-wards
The Master arranges a pastel palette
I’m captured and sung over
Pencil grey horizon mists away
as evening takes the day
way
down.

1988

The Past

Ten years ago
I took Plato, Descartes to bed
Now it’s the financial report instead
Moved ahead?

The Now

I carry grief
in my briefcase
for unborn paintings
and tears of unshed poems
Black leather griefcase
Symbol of an achiever
the eighties success story
First step on the corporate ladder
to where?
A career woman
just trying to survive
Long born griever
yearning to pluck on gentle strings
Strung out!

The future

Tomorrow grips the potential children
of my art
Future time runs faster than I
all hope recedes
I bleed
and
grip my black leather briefcase.

1988

Early Morn

Early morn
Rushing down
Dawn arrives all fresh and flushed
But
I am a leaden rogot
Incarcerated into grey glass and concrete
A voice within whispers
Why weave a weary way down old roads?
The bright gold-pink
Skirting skywards
Shines high with hope
All is not grey forever
Seven days
And I’ll be back
To where the sea’s song is heard
And birds fly full and free
Where the sky is stretched over canvas
Sun-gold and splashed by rainbows
I’ll be back where I want to be
Where my heart holds secret dreams
To seed tomorrows destiny

1988

Switched on
I tingle at your touch
near
two years on
we spark together
day in
day out
a power of love surges
urging us on
I plug into you
wired for moments of fusion
tangled together and buzzing
The current generates high voltage energy
turned on
charging us up
amplifying all
and we do the circuit.

1988

A spark
deep within creations womb
Earth laboured
life began
the Cosmos pulsated and sang
with the joy of Being

The skies frowned ominously
as mortal man
laid waste the land
Earth trembled
once pure
chaste
lowered her gaze
as a blood-red flush
crept over her face.

Earth sobbed
beating her breast
quaking in fear
as the caretakers
began to disappear
Darkness ensued
the earth was subdued
Earth ached
in trepidation
poised for annihilation

A pin point of light
filled the night
Earth glowed
eternally held
in the arms of clarity
Being
bubbling joy and delight
infinitely free
forever home in eternity.

1988

In coffee bars in holidays

Busy hum
a drillion drones
people hum
in coffee bars
in holidays
Caffiene queen
pen in hand
surveys the land
through chatter cups
crashes of laughter fall
a child weeps
for another cake to eat
in a coffee bar
in holidays
Pen poised
Amidst the noise
gazing into nowhere
to birth another poem
from the air
in a coffee bar
in holidays

1988

Long ago
a smoke filled room
was ripped apart
as white-hot lightning
flashed
filling eye sockets
searing my heart
sending it spiralling
down
into Hades
to burn
to yearn
to drown
a decade.
Times tempter
hung hope on the lure
to fan the fire
of the fallen one
but an unfed flame
burns low
an ember
and hells gate beckons
go free
The devil I’ll not want to remember
Will Satan surrender me?

1986

Life's crazy carnival
is a roller coaster ride
a merry go round
wheeling
I want to tear free
not be
crucified
to the round-a-bout
of eternal heartache.
The house is haunted
gaunt ghosts
wail
skeletons scream
at the festival for freaks
Throw the ball
hit the wooden clown
Win a prize
roll up roll up
is the call
but
you pay

1986

The whole world has gone home

Sunday afternoon
the whole world has gone home
the houses stare vacantly
the bare-boned silence
is cut
a lawnmower moans forlorn
desolation dawns
the wind howls in mourning
downcast
sleeted in shades of grey
I am an onlooker
eclipsed in a crowd
as a dim glow struggles
to pierce the cloud
I am alone
the whole world has gone home.

The dance begins
sunlight
spotlights
the leafy forest floor
a solitary harpist plays
as morning mist
gently lifts
a lonely dancer glides and sways
The harpist plucks a summer fantasy
the dancer swirls
centre stage clothed in ecstasy
All day long the dance goes on
accompanied by a woodland symphony
the forest pulsates with the song of life
as birds chorus a mystic melody
Sunbeams fade
the harpist goes
twilight curtains the forest floor
The dancer slows
takes a bow
to no one there
silence applauds a single tear
and moonbeams cloak her nakedness.
The dance has ended.
1985

Today I went back to the sea
my great love
and I was set free
I stood as naked as the day I was born
as I shed the last covering from my form
a gentle breeze embraced me
encased me caressed my soul
my lover came in
at last I am whole
A gull hovered near
the gull my soul were one
I watched it soar and disappear
into the sun
Up up until the light became me
and at last I knew I was free
I ran
the waves tumbled
my heart burst
I revelled in the beauty
of the Universe
Millions of grains of sand
coursing through my heart my hand
and I knew
I am that I am
We the sand the sea the sun
the experience and experiencer
are really one
I flow as the tide
as the spray
the waves I ride
I soar on high
I own the sky
I know I glow as the sun
I and my love are joined as one.

1982

I love life and life is you
I am you and you are too
you are me and all you see
truth is a vibrating sea of energy
To try and hold the flow of life
freedom goes and we hold strife
We are that pain until we let go
and trust to be carried along with the flow
You see we are all that flow
would you hold and not let go of yourself?
I love you and love lets be
as it draws to itself eternally
As long as you are, I’ll love you
and you are forever know that its true
Listen carefully to what I say
I am the Watcher of my life’s play
It is all just a cosmic mind game
you and I are exactly the same
No matter what road you travel upon
go with a heart full of joy and a song
God that pure intelligence knows
It’s aware of itself wherever it flows
Go do what has to be done
but know truly we are that One
No matter wherever you go or tread
unfolding, unravelling your life’s thread
pull back the veil behind you mind
and it is Me that you always will find
Eventually no matter wherever you will be
you will find yourself back home with me
because
we are the
I Am

1981

Dreaming the dreams of life
the eternal sea
Me
I am no thing, no one, no face
still silent
watching
everywhere
in every place
Knowing
only that
I am
When a life’s dream
fades away
I live to dream
another day

1980

I tried for so long to see
who I was in reality
I dreamed many dreams that came to pass
the world is just my looking glass
I watched myself in my dreams
an actor
my dreams a play
and it dawned one day
there was something watching me
the silent spectator
the me that only sees
the seer
I have never seen that face
at any time or any place
Yet I know it is
me
I am
a sea
of awareness

1980

Images passing through my mind
appearing as a linear flow
They come from nothing and to nothing they go
Where is your past that brought you here?
a memory in mind or it isn’t there
The great illusion of space and time
the other is that I have a mind
separate from everything I see
There is no separation, there is no me
Imagine a movie you made one day
then sat in the theatre and watched your play
there you are in the drama on the screen
you are the watcher of your life’s dream
and because you focus on one little actor
you falsely believe that there you are
You get caught just like me
in a false identity
Play your roll lightly
laugh at it all
play it with joy and have a ball
because the time will come when you will see
your pain was as wasted energy
No one ever leaves you
Not even when they die
They are you
You are I.

1980

I love you
Could I hate my toe, my eye
You are I
Wherever you look you are
Wherever you think are you
you cannot run from yourself
Don't try
Silence the mind
and there am I.

1980

Loves Dream

Meeting you I expanded inside
no distance between us was ever too wide
Love spun a bridge that spanned the divide
Love does not think in terms of a distance too far
it reaches out and captures a star
it plunges to the ocean deep
it knows no mountain that is too steep
Love frees
flows as warm as a summer breeze
being a subtle mysterious thing
Love elevates the spirit and makes the heart sing
It binds us more firmly than words can express
and holds us gently in the hands of happiness
Love flows grows entwines cascades
Love it
serenades
Love accepts
it does not look and say
that you must be a particular way
it does not measure analyse divide
separate berate or hide
it is limitless, indescribable, cannot be seen
and words cannot capture my love's dream.

1980

I had a dream the other night
of myself trying to find the Light
In my dream
I found my Being
What was this thing that I was seeing?
I discovered something to make me quiz
I was no thing, nothing, just Is.

19. 9.78

It is my vocation to give voice to a voluminous amount of vile and vulgar verse in a vicarious vernacular. It is a virtually valueless variety of verbiage and you are my victim, that I am about to violate with a vengence.

Just as I sat quietly in my chair
I said ‘God are you in there?’
And He said ‘Yeh’.
‘Stay with me OK
never ever go away
You see it’s been so long that I
thought that I knew
that I was me instead of you
It’s so hard to give up, give in
and let you take over within
I always thought that I was someone I knew
and all the time I limited you.
Really you were always there
you never ever had gone anywhere
I wish that I could let go of the me
so that I could let myself be
but old habits die hard Lord’
And as I write I sigh
I’m implying a duality between you and I
and there is none is there?
‘So if Chris doesn’t exist’ I call
‘Then who am I if I am at all?’
I suppose I am that and that and that
There is no experience that isn’t my own
There is no place that isn’t my home
‘Oh God! Show me your face’ I cry
‘I am that I am. Am I?’

1979

The game is a play of mind
it’s all happening in mind
and behind
the mind
am I
Watching shining
allowing my light to show the stage
Watch yourselves
watch the play
watch each second fade away
Don’t identify with the play or the plot
know yourselves and know that you are not
who you ‘think’ that you are

1979

The sea snakes silver-green
slides into the open mouthed shore
that swallows the foaming head.
Dark clouds march across the sky
gathering their armies
leaving a slither of metallic light
the land lies stark and vulnerable
trembling in anticipation of the night
Earth heaves a sigh
opening to the inevitable.
A wild-war frenzy tore the land
lightening flashed
armies clashed
and the rivers ran red
The seas turned in fury upon the coasts
the battered body wept
canker crusts
the face a mask of former ghosts
time for old wounds to heal
as she slept.

3. 11. 1988

The Wild Sea Roars

I look into you and you into me
a swell begins in a restless sea
we flow together
swaying in perfect symmetry
You are sucking me softly
lapping a the edges of my mind
arising swell surges and I glance
a sea-snake poised to strike
swaying in a hypnotic dance
my lips slowly part
and you plunge into the depths
of my heart.
The waters begin to ebb and flow
A gentle lapping motion
we sail upon a tide of feeling
pitching and rolling
two minds reeling
I am drowning in an ocean of love.
A tempest at sea
a tidal wave is breaking
symbols clash repeatedly
the sea escapes a drum roll
turbulent, wild, a whirlpool of passion
biting, tearing at my soul.
The current gushes squirting spray
as spasms of thunder crash
upon distant shores
the wind moans
a lone bird cries
the wild sea roars
spewing forth the force of it's power
in one last tumultuous burst
satiating the hunger the thirst
shuddering the waves subside
leaving me gasping at your side
only ripples crease the aquatic deep
touching, caressing each other 'til sleep
My eyes mist over with a salt sea-spray
the sun is going down on me once more
who knows what distant shore
we will see on some other summers day?

1.87

A fart has always fascinated me
possibly
because it erupts involuntarily
Usually
over a fart we have no control
it sneaks up on us from that little
arsehole.
Arseholes arseholes
there are plenty around
some higher up
some lower to the ground
Nevertheless
an arsehole we all possess
to pass a fart and a solid mess
Everyone knows how to flatulate
everyone knows how to defecate
two perfectly natural functions
we all know that
so whey do we try and hide the fact?
Wherever you are let your wind
blow free
but
please don't shit on me.

14. 8. 76

A litte town called Bethal
Decided one fine day
That marathons were far too common
It was time the arses had a say

People practiced months ahead
They came from far and wide
For Bethals famous fartathon
Willing bums were sought the
countryside

spirits raised to fever pitch
and arses raised still higher
a shout was heard above the crowd
as some smart arse yelled Fire!

Fanny Flinders determined not to fail
Farted up and down the scale
The ol' vicar drew a round of applause
When his toupee fell off
Not to mention his drawers

Some fellow, a simple comedian
Farted a melody and others joined in
A trio gave a Vivaoldi rendition
Placing the fart arts in an exulted position

The winner a very gifted young man
Dropped his trews as he took the stand
And as he turned and presented his rear
An incredible sound ripped through the air

That anus could whistle could wink could sing
No one had ever seen such a talented ring
Thunderous applause was heard far and wide
As that gifted arse puffed further with pride

Contestants complied with regulation
Flatulence was fine but not defecation
Disqualification would surely ensue
If any arse slackened and dropped a poo

The air around Bethal became heavy and strong
And cries went out to cancel the fartathon
An enterprising MP received great praise
When he implemented fartless days

Arses were stamped with the days of the weak
Many were outraged, they thought it a cheek
They can't do that, they'll make us ill
We want the freedom to wind at will

Still it is a small price to pay
For the entertainment provided that day
People who had been streets afart before
Suddenly developed a real rapport

And in the closing speech for all to hear
Another arse turned and presented his rear
Listen they said, we can't believe what we hear
Aul Lang Syne exploded from Bethal's mayor

Contestants joined the mayor upon the stage
And fartathons became the latest rage
Barriers broke down between the sexes, the races
As people broke wind in each others faces

And as I close my tale, I say to you
If you feel like farting, go ahead do
But kindly wait until I depart the eve
Incase you crack-up before I leave.

1985

Take my hand, come soar with me
winging toward an unknown height
lovers flight in ecstasy
weaving patterns of pure delight

My heart flutters, my soul burns
blazing a trail across the sky
the deepest part of my being yearns
it is not time to say goodbye

Do not grieve
be not poised to take flight
the time is not ripe to leave
only an eclipse of the sun
can bring the night

Let us float on as one we can hover
flying our way up to the sun
gliding in unison, stay be my lover
we have only just begun

I want to dance under the stars
dip, dive, sway and swoon
bathe in the beauty of Venus and Mars
make love under a summer moon

The time for us is here and now
let us rise to the call
to the hand of fate, take a bow
two lovebirds quivering, ready to fall
in love.

God if I give myself to you
Will you give me freedom too?
Somehow I think that the freedom I'd feel
Is the only freedom that is truly real
Because when it's my will be done
And I'm tearing around and having fun
Satisfying every whimsical desire
Drinking my wine and getting higher
I am alternating between a high and a low
Where did that fun feeling go?
It went back where it came from
Into the nothingness it's gone
I've searched for freedom in my life
For truth for God for Love and Light
So if I give up the search and give up the me
I am all those things that I could not see
God the journeys seemed so long
But I had no choice I had to go on
And yet I never went anywhere
I'd get so confused, feel so blind
And ye the trip was all in my mind
I, the self that I thought I knew
Was seeking truth that already was you
And as we melted together in mind
It was my own Self that I could not find
No other mind exists but God Mind
The Mind of all there is I find
Eternally Present.

1980

Travelling through Life

Travelling through life looking for love
Look around down and above
Will external reality
Be able to give love to me?
I search but can't find it anywhere
Because I already have love here
Peeling back layer and upon layer
What do I see?
I see love and love already is me
It's incredible to think that we
Are groping in ignorance and can't see
That what we are searching fro all along
Is the self realization song

Travelling thought life
With its ups and downs
Traveling through life
With it's joys and frowns
We hurt, we laugh, we fear, we die
Only to discover our own true I.

20. 5. 79

I love you
Could I hate my toe, my eye?
You are I.
Wherever you look
You are
Where you think
Are you
You cannot run from yourself
Don't try
Silence the mind
And there am I.

1979

Like two pebbles
resting quietly bedded on
the river of life
we allowed the stream to
carry us
Was it all a dream?
yes and no
both are true
and I love you.
If one day
Life's current
carries me away
and we part
swim upstream
dive into your heart
and there I am
always a part
of you
Still I am
only one voice
so rejoice
don't despair
if I am not always there
and you can't hold me in one place
three days of love
are in my mind
are a part of me for all time
A beautiful love dream
of two pebbles flowing with life's stream
let us trust that flow
and let go
allow life to take us
it wants us to grow
flowing on
many streams
many dreams
all running to the Sea
the Greatest Ocean of all
where we will meet again
you and me.

20. 5. 82

High on a hill
the wind the night the rain
are a witness to my pain
and still I cry
Space time
Who are you
Who am I?
The voice of time spun back tome
humming through the halls of immortality
and from that infinite, eternal place
I gazed into the starry eyes of empty space
Mysterious time
Fathomless space
sang
as they rode the wind on high
'Space and I are wed
Our bed
is the sky'
And as light dust drifts
timelessly on
lovers unite in a celestial song
a child of life is born
Father time
Mother space
enveloped life in a heavenly embrace
and is gone
The child cried alone on the hill
Life
aware that it was
yearning to know from whence it came
sat alone with the night
and the rain
straining to hear times whispered message
'My child, I am endless time
illusionary elusive
space cannot be caught
and neither can I
chase us we fly'
The winds whispered song
drowned in my pain
and life distraught
soaked by a purposeless plight
sat alone
with the night and the rain.

1983

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