If your reckless mind unobserved
wanders into the deep dark sea,
then swim towards the lapping shore
and walk towards the tall oak tree
...
I went walking beneath an English sky,
around dormant fields churned winter brown.
The chill air on my face was crisp and dry.
The path I walked waved up and down
...
They fly through my heart
small measures of joy
beating away
early morning
...
Come; let us walk towards the water's edge
through soft green grass, adorned with wild flowers.
Sheltered on a blanket spread, we will stretch
beneath the shadow of the Alder's boughs.
...
My words will carry swift upon the wind
and speed across the stormy ocean waves.
No hurricane will stunt their flying wings
or find them left outcast amongst the brave.
...
The new bedroom,
which I built in my head
for what seemed an endless time waits,
with full boxes for her return.
...
It is morning and the promise of day
sweeps across the sky.
Meadow grasses oscillate gently in the
dolce wind.
...
This autumn day, gossamer mist
lies low across the field kiss'd
by tiny glist'ning pearls cleaving
to tawny buckled blades weaving
...