I can feel them talking in their new world In the clouds that echo above the sky Silently, my mind floats up to call on them both Silently, I watch I don’t know why I feel close to the dead To grandparents who left in years past Maybe the anxiety and pressures of earth fade Maybe we are unshackled from the forces here Up there, time doesn’t move so fast But it’s not slow or dull or dead A peace that breeds our truest love At peace with the deceased
I used to think This soul of mine had an older nature My gasping for air in youth Found maturity early It wasn’t real though 30 feels like 13 Souls wrapped in flesh work different My warm cheeks age And skin stretches Yet my soul stays on Like gliding to a never ending stop One gear for the trip My souls clock doesn’t tick It started old and will end young
On this day we notice how some pass undisturbed and still. To often, the hands of time hand us little, so our searching hearts stay hidden in shade. Love that remains elusive, not easily made. Yet in an old city finding its way, two souls were woven by salt and sea. A land of dragons and old country gave life to a pairing beginning today and ready for tomorrow, come what may. As the years roll by, they’ll remember this: This collision of love that holds them. That whispers and screams in equal measure. That never dims or fades. That through pain or pleasure, hears one another. We, those who love you are richer for your gift to each other. The endless laughs and the endless fun will ring in our ears and in our memories. In our own tales and in our old stories. Let us dance for what’s to come. As you leap from the shade into the warming light. As time sharpens your depth of heart. As you grow old together, year by year. As your love collides, as it did here.
Why do we seek the wildness Disorder and irregularity Why do we seek the truth In the depths of self-willed land Land that proceeds by its own laws Listens to its own spirit Protrudes confidence of place A blunt force of reckoning I want that for myself Let me breathe this air a fresh Oxygen of the sea that brushes in To lungs longing for harvest
Early enough to avoid the wasps Late enough to soak the sun On the banks of the river The summer has begun Out of lockdown Into the air London streets heave A free affair Beers on mass Like bees who won’t settle A drink from each pub Petal to petal The sun finds it dusk As the night draws near Times of sorrow We just want more beers
The river bends Twisting between brick Loaded by humans Building their nests City smoke settles Yet water vanishes Escapes through shoots Down hidden holes An unknown world Quiet and secret Never stops moving Trickling and trickling
Welcome noble advisers You’ve skated this lake before Made the mistakes we are yet to make Returned hands fresh from the fall Your impact will be instant Give us confidence A new found protection A sky high fortress So long as accountability still drips it’s rain So long as listening seeps down to our committed hearts So long as experimenting continues unrelenting So long as leading is not a second thought Our success Lies with us Like yours Gone before us This frozen lake beckons To skate it’s ridges To fail or to fall Will be our mission abridged Your council we seek To get us far Spot the pitfalls Raise our bar Yet no two paths are exactly alike Where structures align, details differ Our route will not be dealt to us But by us The moment belongs to this team Who dare to give their skin We’ll lean on your council Where the ice wears thin
This brisk walk might get me there To city streets and London air I make the train, seconds to spare Find my seat and fix my hair The bulking trees of Earlsfield clear Brick top roofs of ‘Claham’ appear My journeys south start from here But I’m heading north, london is near Vauxhall means trains and not much else I’m here every day but come by myself Men and women of pittance and wealth Give it worth, but not in of itself Our final stop at Waterloo Sparkly buildings all shiny and new A city to throw my all into Couldn’t escape if I wanted to
That green scent of spring tickles my tougue Why do twigs shake with vibrations of joy Freedom is joyous, oh to be young This sweet moment, stay Buds break from their brown lumps Bees leap from their golden pots Petals bask in afternoon sun Our spring, my escape
Whilst bending the universe to shape and form Our tiny earth was mysteriously born Her breath became the wind up there A voice like thunder in the bellowing air Her veins cut rivers from mountain to sea Soft flesh became earth for the growing trees Grass sprouted like newly grown hair Sweat came as rain to share it’s despair Her haunting character defines our being Holds a tight grip on our life and meaning Born by the struggle of starting a new Nature is the atom she speaks to us through
