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New town, new job, strapped for cash. It was her birthday and this was all I could afford.
          
          Gifts for Elizabeth

Look into the sky tonight and travel
back in time where diamonds light forever-
up beyond the Milky Way, and if you
know the stars by name you'll never be alone.

See Lunar, queen of all the nights, a-glide
with silver smiles; lingers while the morning
mist shimmers-all with dew then hides among
the vapour-screens to watch her lover rise.

How mighty rides the Sun King, Midas of
the morn, transforming leaden-sea and sky
to sheets of dazzling gold; red-carpets lie
on cloud-scapes of plains and mountain-passes.

Purple-anvils forging hailstorms, thunder
clapping lightning flashing. Buddhas billow
then dissolve in peaceful islands floating
high... now yellow skies of driven rain-squalls.

Flooding fields send swollen rivers rushing
to the sea, where they boil and steam in the
tropic-tides then leap on the wind and flee –
to return in tears to their native hills.

Such glory is the earthly-engine, where
sylph-rainbows float on fields-of-flowers that
mirror back their subtle hues while starry-
fish flash in inky-seas of ever-night.

Deep forests whisper secrets to the fields
and jungle-hedgerows where busy insects
drone. Fisher-folk of spiders spin beauty
into webs that find jewels in the frost.

Savours of the planet are bound into
a whole by the pulsing of the hours in
the rhythm of the days that circle in
the seasons of the spiral of the years.

There's a presence and a theme in the beat
of the never-ending dancing of the
ocean on the shore – where a gypsy-wind
croons love-songs to the birds that pipe and soar.

To melt into this music is to blend
into the motion and form again the
beauty of our truth, where minds are laughing
ripples on a stream that runs for ever.

Find succour in the knowledge that all of
us are one, and the substance of all things
is the universal essence of the
stars... and see strife as but a passing phase.
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