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It's another day, people, go their own way Weather, forever changing Time - does not obey But these feelings Never goes away Waiting for its moment Capturing its prey.

Grass has grown over I am a resting place for small animals and weeds tall grass lie undisturbed against the weather If I could - cry out would you captured my words sew them together to make a blanket for the winter for your comfort

I recall the room each little thing saving it - from extinction Each item was my friend now - they are all shadows A row boat on the shore

I looked up at the clouds A triangle of birds An omen of rain We had come unprepared I dont want to drown anymore, she said I am already am, I need a place of shelter I replied- if people didn't drown There would be no market for life jackets

The days, that you were not, in a storms, swirled up in leaves, were so few , you forgot, that you once, a rainbow - A raindrop, that cradled in your palm

The days that you were not swirled up in winter's leaves In a storm - were so few You once held a raindrop in your open palm A rainbow - A little globe You tried to preserve it it Against the winter's wind

Half way between the land and sea An open sail, for the breeze I lie still on my back Making figures from the clouds I see a bird Breaking from the pack Heading my way With a silver fish

If I could carve you Out of an old dead tree I would fashion a bowl That would tame the sea And hold a mountain With a bird flying On the new found wings Over the cliffs

Your head on a pillow, daylight, shying away from the night. How much I would give to, regain a part of you again. I throw out my net into the darkness. The ropes are gnawed, I feel a pull

You are a dried flower in an old book The dust on its cover Lies undisturbed A flower saved from The wilderness Preservation Of the heart

Lift me over the river, where the tides run slow inviting me, blending with the winter's snow I want to crawl through the grass listening to the insects flutes sing a song for you

Well I met my woman On the pavement Under the full moon And she looked like a bag of cement But I loved her anyway But each man warned me She's trouble Well - she bore me 29 children And 28 died And I took to the booze And I wanted to go to Heaven But Jesus said to me Hey Honey, Baby, you're not wanted around here So Jesus turned me away So I went down to Hell And the Devil said to me God, you ...

Opening the window Letting in the Autumn light On survivals Figures from an old life Every object has its own beginning Middle living and conclusion

Maybe it was the changing of the seasons that the birds had taken flight to emigrate.

Love Conquers All

Old Song

Intermittent

In Your Wars

Labyrinth

Moments

Sands

Something

Keeping Things Simple

Defence

Open Weather

Dry Spell

Prayer

Chalk Marks

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