Christopher McInnes

Sometimes a whisper hits you louder than a thunderclap
When he first says I love you softly in your ear
Everything that happens, happens here
And there’s no world outside his quiet embrace.
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If you love someone
Then you trust him with your life
When you look into his eyes
‘Cos if he lets you fall
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In the springtime, when the world was new,
We sat beneath the tree and heard it sing
And in the morning drank the dew
From its upturned petals,
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I climbed up to the roof of the world
Breathing hard and banging my toes
On the rocks and stones of the winding path;
Hard, hard, hard was the climb to the summit
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Found you sitting there at the edge of the world
Looking out into that dark and lonely space
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams
Tried to look into your eyes
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Heartwings beating on a slender thread
Brushing softly on my lover’s head
As he lies beside me dreaming
Of the way he leaves me feeling
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Push back the leaves,
bend the bough round,
make the trees dance
to that heavenly sound.
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You were the real of me, the Only One.
Without you, I was just I -
an imaginary, useless thing.
With you, I was real,
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Strange blossom lies atop the cliff at Marsden Bay,
amidst the windblown grass and grey-faced, ashen rocks:
bright flowers tied with pretty bows adorn the heath,
their petals strewn like gems along the coastal way.
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Ah the daffodils, yellow-blasting the white stillness
of coldflakes in the morning, gold trumpets shaking
crunchy crystals from shivering lilybuds.
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Loving you is far better than living,
hating you is far worse than dying;
fate has not whispered to me
whether I shall live or die now,
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I hate you just because I love you,
because you took my soul –
which was doing very nicely in its own little way,
bumping along the ground,
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I do not hate you except because I love you –
I go from the heights of love
to the depths of hate and back
in an instant, my head drained of blood,
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You know, sometimes I hate you:
I even hate the ground you walk on.
I used my woodcraft (carved from a lifetime of hard knocks)
to find a special stick in the disenchanted forest
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So, the black crows
fly among the tumbling stalks
of gold dusted wheat,
like bowls thrown by a lazy god
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Hey sexy lady, goddess of the dance,
with your flowing golden hair
all men you do entrance:
you make them jump and jerk around
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Honey-burst, sun-kissing
Gold-dancing melody
Racing to summit-top
Song-lifting joyful, dizzy
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Cloud-skipping, summit-brushing
Zephyr-soaring eagle
New-finds an updraught of Joe melody
And nectar-drunk, honey-wrapped,
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(Joe McElderry was stranded on Cyprus as a result of the Icelandic volcano explosion)

Zeus heavenly father sits head in hands
Note-bereft in Paradise
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(Joe McElderry was stranded on Cyprus as a result of the Icelandic volcano explosion)

Sweet soaring McElderry melody
Cold from the stratosphere
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