And we watch them like we are birds Hawks of day hovering near to shore To hunt truth in all its soft precision Grey clouds strafe rapidly over the sky They take away the last of the snow
You are a true light that shines The first glimmer of
the pole star You light my footsteps always Even when you are not here If I made an essence of humanity Its main constituent would be you Filled with the grace of the Earth And I wonder how you could grow Adult without and a child within Who still values the joy of this life And is forever filled with its noble spirit Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Sun shall rise like a shrunken potentate Disappear away so soon to night like regret Yet the war is over but for the reparation And with their bluestone heels to the east See light walk upon the Stonehenge monoliths And so is wound the great clock of antiquity And the king now renewed begins to ascend Ready for summer among his beloved Sarsens
Good intentions alone are not what it's about If you value your work than make a plan Back it up now before the poo hits the fan I have written for weeks of all I was able Now all is lost surely as though it were fable So now on file I shall keep my spidery hand Till all my work is safe just like I had planned
Clouds roll in from the sea; the
first vanguard of change
They break upon land unseen but who
would be sentinel here? To witness this vision coalescing
under the high sundered layer And none may now ascend to it and
study the retreating waves That fall back under a swift setting
sky to leave the west in ruin
The dog howls Opens his throat To airy nocturnal song Like a nightingale Lost in the gloom And for me what
hurts It is always in
darkness When he is alone
Size is the
guarantee of strength The immovable fixed
within space Ancient monolith of
timeless grace And all its windows
of empty light Kiss the world in
transparent might
That now fissures and
shreds down to earth Like gulls that
catch stale bread on the wing Or a windmill
entrapping the world's breath Then of what may exit
and what may stay When dreams begin
to cut upon the edge of day And all I wish is
to take my leave to a pardon Like an unwilling
debt, years of neglect harden When night gives
way again to yet more light Who will kiss the
wind and say goodnight