Hey, dear daddio
Dear friend, dear soul,
dear person untold.
….dear daddio!
There’s the look not known
There’s the seed unsown
There’s the fire
There’s the spirit
…… there’s the let be it!
The strength and the guts
And the no buts
There’s the calm
And the psalm
and the sense of disarm.
There’s you
Here’s us
There’s everlasting love.
The smile of a thousand sunflowers
Touches the cheek
Like the sweet stroke of the sun.
Warm and tender in their caress
They nurture and feed wilted spirits.
As stars that light the sky,
They ripple with a sense of fun and wonder.
A sparkle to the eyes;
Beauty and energy to tiredness.
‘Lift up’, they say
And let your spirit soar between the clouds of yesterday.
Only then will you move
Through today and tomorrow.
Feel the air around the surface of your body
Then let this body go.
Become the air and dissipate within
The extraordinary realms of the universe.
Fly and feel and find
The peacefulness of true nature and true being….
The sense of floating
In a calm pool of love,
An iridescent, non-flickering constant…
…peace, brightfully pervading….
‘We are the sunflowers’
Spread-eagled through the realms
Of a book
That takes the head
To a place newly sown
One would thought not known.
Flitting and flickering lights
of feelings
In a land
That spiders like
Gossamer glowing intricacies
Of their delicacies.
Lattice-laden labyrinths
of a haven?
Two turns to take
To the simple lands
Of Neverlands, we know.
Does’t thy see him?
There, by the chair..
A deep figure, in long dark cloak
Aware; eyes wide with …
.. Is that fear I see
in the pools of water before me?
Now hunched
Not here at all really
A figure between the two worlds
Flickering like candlelight!
One single entity of life
One single spirit of time
That’s you.
Never knowing where you are
Never allowed to go so far
That’s you.
You will wake with the grass around you
You will smell the sound of laughter
That’s you.
One sense of heat and doubt
One voice that will shout
That’s you.
You will take the direction and change it
That’s you.
One feeling, one soul, one who will never be known
That’s you.
Oh but to slumber one’s way
Through the faraway lands of the mind.
Oh but to slither and simmer
The beast be thy hand.
What path before is the reflection
of one’s day.
T’is music to thy ears
The rhythmic beat of one’s heart
And sweet nectar
Of warmth and calm.
She stands before me
An image of sound
Lost in the depths of souls
She screams and shouts
To silent ears
That have no idea of loss
Spirit shining above those
As deathly as it seems
That walks
And feels and needs the most
Takes long for those to believe.
Great thoughts
Speak only to the thoughtful ‘person’
but great actions
speak to the whole of ‘humankind’
The tender touch of Love
Filter through these wires of barb
and rest thy calm
upon this cesspit of despair.
Allow your silken caress to
ripple through this mudfest.
Silver strands of stardust
to dissipate the marram that binds the darkness.
Air the drudgery and solemness
of deep still waters
upon which rancid foam collects.
Be a counter to the cold uncirculating
blackness of the night
And light a torch
to burn away the sadness at your sight
Let this warmth
permeate with vigour and life
to crack the pavements of solidity
the dullness of sobriety
the emptiness
of a hope that is not there.
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