Willow

I want to be the peaceful willow.

Still.

I can't see it today.

There is no peace today.

Where is my soul in the tree?

It has been taken from me.

What took my purity?

What caused this pain?

I can't see my way free today,

Can't find the tunnel to the end.

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London

How can I write here when the walls have poetry?
And my soul is satisfied
When art hovers in the air and dances free?
When the heart has been explored over scones and tea?
How can I write when Keats once live down the street?
And Shakespeare rests beneath my feet?
What is there to add to the words of the greats?
With all that has been explored between love and hate
Do I lay to rest my pen?
Do I throw it to the air and in their words swim?
How can I write all that is in my heart and soul,
When my tale has been told
With far more tender grace
With far more eloquence and pace?
Please do check my grammar and spelling,
For I much to learn if I have a tale for the telling.

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Sleeping Child

I am cradled in your cloud like a child
It is our nature to be so
So revered, so loved and deared
I am small and light
Bearly a dent on your cloud of white
There is a soft pillow for my head
A blanket of dissolving diamonds makes my bed
There is nothing I need here
My breath breathes on it's own
Who is it that breaths my breath for me while I sleep?
Who keeps me safe from harm?
What Mother of the Golden Age
Has been there all along?
What Father standing tall?
Let peace reside and breath be deep
For it is love that fills the air
Let sleep be sound
And morning break
With bells from deep inside
Ring clear throughout the day

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Home Again

Ordered into our own line of fire
Our souls do not belong here
We do not belong here
We belong where we can rest
And we can't until we get there
We belong where we are free
And we can't be till we're still
There's an emptiness filling rooms where clocks tick
Thoughts flying round going nowhere.
Outside Outside Outside
An ocean that will take it for you
Wash you till your empty
A sun to fill you up again.
We're not from this place of lifts and stairs
Of glass and fears
Brazen bright lights
Too bright for my eyes
I stumble awkwardly through this maze
Of empty eyes and deaf ears
I need to see a twinkle in an eye

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