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The Reef

The unceasing roar
Surf and coral,
hitting the shore

This underwater show
This blaze of colour,
roar of surf.... so

Coral reef home,
so many fish,
blue sea foam,
this is my wish............

This living  breathing reef,
surrounded by sea so blue
Living breathing jewel,
you want to be it too

Crashing of sea,
exploding white foam
I want this to be my home
Mighty blue sea
This reef........
exploding foam

Rush of water,
through the coral
Small fish dart
Multicoloured streaks,
natures' freaks

This roar of colour,
sealed in blue
Deep down,
Neptunes' crown

This surf of white,
hitting golden sand
Sun,so bright
This colour ,you understand
Sealed in blue,
rich too..........

Rhythmic roar
The colour you saw
Living breathing reef,
underwater leaf

This moving swell,
coral reef does dwell
Sealed in sea of blue,
underwater paradise
Dive with me too

This brief escape,
weightless in coral sea
This magnificent waterscape,
brilliant green  underwater leaf
that is part of...............
The reef

Electric blue fish dart about
other creatures,
their colour does shout
Ceasless flow,
upon this reef
Coral sea,
let us go below
for, we love it so

Pink and green,
purple and red
the brightest you have ever seen
blue and yellow
where have you been?

This reef encircles me,
crown of coral
Sealed by blue sea
Here lies the moral,
Neptunes' son...... you see
natures' son doesn't quarrel

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Wounded Heart of a Woman

Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin

Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so

Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

This numbing pain
This negativity
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity

Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might

His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Bruises heal
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
deep inside
I know how

He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start

Wounded heart,
can run
This new start
You see...................
You are free

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Beautiful Blue World

I bent down 
kissed the top of her head gently 
For , I must go, 
in to the night 

This beautiful blue world 
I cannot see it all in one day 
Sails set and unfurled 
Moon, full 
Silver at play 

A kiss to last... 
A day... 
A lifetime... 
For, I must go.. 
In to the night 

On the deep blue 
As wide... 
As my heart is open 
Beautiful blue world 
I love it too 

One day at a time 
A kiss to last... 
A journey... 
As far as the heart, 
is prepared to go 
A kiss to last 
Journeys' past 

One day at a time 
This beautiful blue world 
Held in my hand 
Like a kiss... 
A set sail... 
Such things 
To my heart, 
always last

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The Flight of An Arrow

Dawn broke
The eastern pink sky
Drew across the stars
As they faded and lost to the night

 

I called the eagle
To guide me
Piercing whistle
That I learnt as a boy
Running wild and free

 

I walked in the company of men
High above, eagles flew
The wraiths are coming from the otherworld too
Carrying the angst and pain
That has no place and name
Here at Heartstone

 

The screeching and wailing
Increased hideously
The tattered cloaks
Scattering the scree

 

I stood, with the company of men
My bow ready
Arrows drawn
Arm, steady

 

I have trained to defend
Truth and love
Nobility
Chivalry

 

The wraiths gathered
The screeching and wailings
Piercing through
To our souls
We are ready
To fight to the end
To defend
All that is true

 

The flight of an arrow
Unleashed
Steadied by the eagles’ feather
Of brown and gold
It flew
Straight and true
In to the non existent heart
Of a wraith bitter and cold
It was this I slew

 

A bundle of rags fell
For it is not the metal tip
That killed
It was the feather of a Heartstone Eagle
Truth be told
That slew
A wraith, bitter and cold

 

The wraiths flew
From behind the mountain
The   screeching and wailing
Tattered cloaks
Scattering the scree

 

They came in their hundreds
To fall
For, truth and love
From a feather
Of a mighty eagle above
Slew the hearts
Bitter and cold
Brown and gold glow
Flashing by
The flight of an arrow
The archers
Standing tall

 

The gleam of brown and gold
That flew
Deep in to the cold bitter hearts
Of stories now told
Of men of the longbow

 

 

I reached
I pulled 
Many arrows to fly
Of a star
Of a longbow
Aquila am I

 

The longbow of dark wood
Felt my strength
As I clasped its’ bronze inlaid feathers
And reached
And pulled
Arrows of brown and gold
Deep into wraiths
Its’ purpose understood

 
The sky turned black
With eagles that twisted and turned
Of wraiths, slain
Felled by the longbow
Down they fell
In to their own stinking hell
The brown and gold aglow

 

Darkness falling
The fires lit so bright
In a company of men
That celebrated under starlight

 

Remember….
This day well
When the archers
Masters of the longbow
Sent the wraiths back
To their stinking hell
Of Aquila
Who slew
More than most
The flight of an arrow
That holds true

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Upon the Waters' Moon

The clouds scudded across
A windswept sky
It was deepest night
As I watched magic pass by

The moon had risen
There it hung in soft silver
Scattering beams of light
Upon the waters, bright

Its' pale reflection on water
As I watched magic pass by
If I could catch the moonlight
I would cast it upon midnight waters
Beneath a windswept sky

Upon the waters' moon
I saw beams of light
I could not tell if it was 
Starlight or moonlight
All I saw was the faintest ripple
Upon the waters' moon
In deepest night

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Summerwood Cottage

This early morning light, 
full of pink blush 
End of night 
I feel the blood rush 

The warmth of you, 
sets my heart on fire 
Soft breathing 
This closeness, 
I will never tire, 
for I love you 

This intense physical feeling 
Your love to me 
Your healing, 
is what I need you see 

This early morning light, 
flickering through, 
summer wood cottage 
Good bye to the night 
I love you too 

This night has passed............. 
So very fast 
I want it to last, 
the whole day too, 
because you want it............. 
as much as I do 

This emerging pink sky 
is for you and I 
Endless sky, 
for you and I to fly 

This beautiful night 
has now passed 
Pink sky, 
for you and I 
A new height, 
our love to last 

I trace my finger 
down your cheek, 
letting it linger 
It is you I seek 
Yearning sigh, 
under pink sky 

Midnight blue, 
has followed through, 
with pink sky 
Summer wood, 
awaking nearby 

Early morning breeze 
at summer wood cottage 
A new dawn, 
rising through the trees 

My love for you, 
under pink sky 
Here in summer wood 
Forever too 
This night  passing by, 
our love......... understood

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A Falling Man

The wind passed through the trees 
A delicate touch 
A delicate leaf, 
fell on me 

Crisp and tan, 
down it fell... 
You cannot change 
A turning leaf 
A falling leaf 
A falling man 

I held it in my hand 
So light... 
So fragile... 
How this leaf could withstand 
A Summers season 
Now a dying Autumn, 
in this changing land 

The colour turned... 
The leaves fell on me 
A falling man, 
in a changing Autumn land 

A delicate touch 
A delicate leaf 
Could be crushed 
Yet, with a soft blow 
I let an Autumn leaf go 

The leaves falling... 
From an Autumn tree 
Crisp and tan 
A falling man 
A falling leaf 
A falling me 

I will appear 
Lush and green, 
in a summer next year 
A delicate leaf 
you have seen 
you have let it go 
in a changing colourland so

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Beneath a Western Sky

A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly,
pointed to the Western land

For, in the West
Stars were seen
Precious things
Hidden
Waiting to be found
In the forests of richest green

A star
Beneath a Western sky
A journey
With you
Deep in to the night

A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly
To a Western land
Where so many stars
Waiting to be found

Stars for you and I
To be found
Beneath a Western sky

The journey with you
To find this precious thing
Of a star...
Beneath a Western sky
Colour too

So many nights to pass
For, in a Western sky
You and I,
Will find a star
Waiting to be seen
In the forest of richest green

To the edge of night
You found..
What you were looking for..
In the west
Under starlight

Hand in hand
Walking through
Western land
I followed a star...
Found in a Western land
That star....
Was you

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Winter Walk

Crackle of frost underfoot 
This snow covered wood 
Where I met you........... 
for the first time 

Clouds of breathy air, 
your cloak of deep blue, 
you made me stop and stare 

For, among the holly, 
we  both were looking for the same thing 
This cold pale sky, 
with no hint of spring 

Your first look, 
took my breath away 
Your shy smile, 
melted me 
The sun shone......... 
On that day....... 

Woods of evergreen, 
dusted with snow 
This walk.......... 
with you 
Inner glow 

This walk..........., 
with you, 
through snow 
My heart, 
wanting you so 

Your hand, 
warmed by mine 
Your shy glance 
How those blue eyes... 
did dance! 

This love did flow, 
on this walk, 
on fresh fallen snow 
So white and clear, 
surrounded by trees of green 

Woods of evergreen, 
fresh fallen snow 
Where our love can be seen 
footprints....... 
side by side, 
long ago 

Where I first met you, 
on that winters day, 
among the holly and snow 
You had far to go, 
now together 
Our way 
seems so short so

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Tapestry

This knot..... 
A second of your time 
This colour........ 
a thought 
 
This ongoing composition, 
your time here, 
your doing, 
your volition 
 
Live your life 
as a tapestry 
Each knot, 
a thread in time 
Each colour, 
light or not 
This composition ..... 
sublime 
 
This colour of thought 
The knots you sought 
This winding thread, 
easy to break 
Together they hold 
On the paths you tread 
This tapestry you unfold 
 
This emerging picture of time, 
this colour 
The fullness of your knot, 
a little less duller, 
if your thoughts, 
are sublime 
 
Winding  thread, 
this image spread 
The pattern 
knots and colour, 
on lifes' satin 
 
Gold and silver knots 
Precious seconds 
This tapestry unravelling 
your thoughts, 
colour, travelling 
 
Tapestry, 
every knot a precious second 
every colour, 
a thought 
Tapestry, 
our lives caught 
 
Shown for all, 
every thought laid 
Tapestry, 
our lives displayed 
This composition, 
our lives, 
our volition 
 
Deepening colour play 
The  richness in your time 
Tapestry, 
woven through, 
winding thread 
The  things you do, 
the things you say 
The life you want to portray