Signs and symbols guide the route.
Love gives the soul her appetite.
Though the night is black and starless,
The inner guide is never careless.
The notes are struck,the tune is played,
Plain melodies are overlaid.
In this chant and benediction,
Healing comes for desolation.
Though the passage way is narrow,
This road is the one to follow.
Struggling through the mud and mire,
We see,in darkness, tongues of fire.
The sacred centre of our life
Is never found without some strife.
Just then, the dark and light combine.
To create a symbol for the mind
Your face is map enough for me ,
Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.
And if I want to know the rest
The shape your posture‘s made is best
For showing what your life is now.
A look,a gesture all this show.
Till who you are is then disclosed
And I am in your arms enrobed.
Love vanishes when analysed,
And thinking too
by Loves despised.
Choose the means to fit the end
And then I’ll be what you intend
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
I was unready for anything,
with no charms like a bee.
Each fresh day is torture..
As you don’t hate me.
I was as tame as a dingo,
I was right in my mind.
Each night had its daydreams,
In that you were real kind.
I was charmed by your molars.
They were sharper than whales.
Each dawn brought the moon out.
As you cut your nails.
Rolling stones gathered
Your heart was not mine.
I’ll give you what you wish for.
It is by my design .
.
As long as the clock speaks
As long as the rose.
As long as the bike pumps..
I’ll remember your nose.
As long as my patterns;
As brief as they are;
As long as my brain’s dead
I shall parsnip a star.
I love a good proverb.
I love no cliches.
When you find some Wisdom
Do not sever my pay.
Justice long as a ruler,
Sharpened to a screw.
When you are more kind,then
I may leak what I brew
.
As long as the flat Earth
As wise as it’s broad.
The moon in the water
Heard the crow caw.
Please hear my tall story
Sing beside my cello.
I may fail at the Strife Class
But I can say ,I know
I went to the Church belle,
And asked for a clue.
The finger on the dial
Kept pointing at you
How my heart sings 