I miss your hand that used to hold my hand
I miss your eyes that used to smile at me
The needs of love don’t feel like a demand
I miss the hand that caressed my held hand

I miss your love and miss you as a friend.
When you gazed , your eyes lit what you’d see.
I miss the hand that used to warm my hand
I miss the eyes that used smile at me.

I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the morning, when we rarely spoke
On Purbeck Hills,we heard the singing lark
I miss your arms around me in the park

Poole Harbour’s beauty was a living spark
Sharing silent glances as we walked
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the mornings, though we rarely spoke

Silent sharing ; company in love.
With strangers;oh,that manufactured talk.
To be silent;dome of sky above
To be silent ; spaciousness of love.

Strangers, how their talk can jolt and shove
I held your hand ; caressing as we walked
Silent caring; sympathy of love.
No stranger, blindly snatching in the dark

We called the little tree a special name
In the woods where we were wont to stay
A nutmeg tree is rare like porcelain

We loved its hanging branches blue and green
If only it were red it might be grey
We called the little tree a special name

We asked for tea but nutmeg was disdained
I often wonder whether I am gay
A nutmeg tree is rare like porcelain

I have paranoia,I’ve been framed
I want to sell my laughter on E bay
We called the little tree a special name

I split my heart and mind,I sulked in vain
I passed my darling notes so he could pay
A nutmeg tree is fine like porcelain

Then we went to bed and lost our brains
Our nipples froze, stuck on the window panes
We called the little tree a unique name
Like grains of sand, the words we count in vain

A silence rich with love and full of joy;
The silence after waking at the dawn,
Can be both an anchor and a buoy.

Yet often we don’t know what we seek for:
The latest dress, the perfect English lawn?
We forget this marvellous essence, forget joy

We murder by ignoring love’s deep core
We do not see the buds which are newborn.
We want an anchor yet we want our toys.

What is most arresting is the awe
We feel when we see human love again
Find silence rich with thought and full of joy

Out of Nature, its Creator calls
Taking in his arms what caused us pain.
Being both an anchor and a buoy.

The silence underneath the silence calms,
Stills our breathing with reviving balm.
Perfect silence, rich with love and joy
Shall be our anchor and shall be our buoy.

It seemed to me, my vision and my mind
A template to project into the world
Brought you into being by my side.

I miss you, love, so slow the seconds wind.
I crept into the space between the words
I made you in my vision and my mind

Is there only chaos, no design?
Are we dust around the spaces whirled?
I bring you into being by these lines

I smell your skin and see your eyes alive
I move my head but you have disappeared
I feel both from my vision and my mind

Why did all the pit props fall down blind?
I crept beneath black coal, with darkness smeared;
A person alien to humankind.

Who fears death, when life is sharp and hard?
What means love, when no-one else is here?
I imagined you in vision and my mind
Reality is so much more unkind