Are fish happy dancing through the waves?
Darting through the pearls and crystal caves?
Singing as they wander with their mates
No anxious thoughts of money nor of fate.
Through the salty water on they glide
Happy with the temperature and tide.
I wish that I could swim beneath the sea
No painful joints nor mental agony.
I liked the to teal green seas we saw at Hythe
Coming down the Saxon Cliffs we sighed
The burning cornfields sent their red smoke high.
I wish we were together in the car
Driving down to Kent, it’s not so far
Sundays we sent up onto the Moors
Breathing the sweet air one finds up there
Though Winter Hill is bleak we liked the view
I only wish today I might see you.
So far away that no way could I see
The far side of the earth where love roams free
Holding hands in the dark
Helps us when we cannot talk
Touching, holding, being there
Gives us strength so we can bear
The heavy load,the angst, the care
The holy dove,the hands of love
Down below, up above
Grasp my body, hold me tight
Through the nightmares,give me light
Comfort me, we’re not alone
In the darkness be my home
In the sun the branches look quite red
Yet in the . winter rain they looked near dead
Hope can spring up like the holy sap
Bring life again and cross the fearsome gap.
With our courage let us walk ahead
Until the sacred river and our bed
Poachers caught the geese from off the Lea
They roasted them for Xmas so we hear
If I asked they might get one for me
Not what we desire for Xmas tea
The same is true for Kentish wine and beer
Unless we all get drunk beneath the tree
We could go fishing in the river Lea
If we had a boat then I could steer
St Margaret’s Bay,the lighthouse,the green grass
,The Kentish light,the avenues of glass
See across the Channel where they hide
Drowning migrants rolling on the tide.
Who are they,we say in cruel tone ?
Jesus lived in Bethlehem, not Rome
Higher climbs the butterfly in sun .
Disappearing, burnt to Kingdom come
Ah,brother I don’t want you to lie still
No blood to circulate,no thoughts,no will
No help,no humour.jokes no
sharp true eye
From our old shared pram,to live, to die.
I used to do your homework
late at night
Abstract thought to you was no delight.
You wondered over X and y and z
Preferred the shapes of Nature in your. head.
I shall retain the memories of the good
You who taught me speech and hate and love
The fatal equilibrium of death
The lonely people pondering on their wrath
The dancers on the ice maintain their flow
Discipline and time love to bestow
When we speak but do not look upon
The person we address, we are undone We miss the tiny signs, the looks, the lines We treat them as mere object we define We treat them like a post of wood or stone As if we cannot hurt nor cause them shame We hit them with sharp words or thoughtless rot And on and on until hate is begot
All want to be acknowleged,seen and heard
But must approach each other with great care For most of us are thin skinned, nervous beasts Who fear they are not asked to the great Feast And in a thousand gestures we declare We are not speaking merely to thin air
Denial worked for you for many years
When you nearly crashed when turning right You give no hint that you had any fear Denial worked for you for many years Real though is the body,real the tears As I sat beside you,well prepared Your smile was not imagined,nor the light Denial worked for you for many years Once you nearly crashed, that was not right
When we turn our face the other way
The roving car will hit us with its force No time for any thought,much less a prayer When we turn our face the other way We will feel the impact or we die No new day will dawn for those who care When their eyes are red, their voices hoarse When we turn our face the other way The speeding car will hit us with its force