this is how it works

for me, say

“sun become day”

and I see

this great silent sun

come roaring

out of a high

and brilliant blue sky

a miracle

of light and fire

flowing over me

with more noise

and silence

than the earth

can contain.… Read the rest

I once knew a man

who walked at the speed of light

and loved as slowly and surely

as the grass growing green

so rainbow green and fresh as fire

the love of this sun making well-wisher,

a harlequined wheel of night stealing

and rain making darkness

turning for the … Read the rest

roll down sunday
the first and last day
of the ringing pain
now clear as light
with this soundly
splitting shock
of the absence of reality
that is nothing to me
but a roaring wind
that sounds and storms
the conscience
of every failing
destined to become
a forest of … Read the rest

I am a dream

dreaming of dark

and softly quiet

rooms in deep

colours and tonal

shades of warm

wherein no light

(for light is movement)

to disturb me.… Read the rest

how do I

need

you love

I think

on the wild

side

of peaceful

love as in

watching

a storm

love from

a cave

on a beach

love by

the sea.… Read the rest

Friday morning, Friday’s man

swaying half-awake on the train

newspaper half open

and turning back to the page before

another famine relief request

frozen images in the camera lens

so easy to turn the page

and this world disappears

with hollowed eyes

swallowed by

the onrushing tunnel

the image screams … Read the rest

and there is the need

of wilder days

with core splitting saviours

and hope lauded praise

for Pentecostal winds

rushing again

the graceful robe chant

into a thunderous Amen,

for desert Baptists

and fire headed rivers

the kingdom come eyes

of the two handed givers.

and there is the need… Read the rest

this blind shepherd of mine
offers to you
an amazing kiss letting path
from the alabaster gnome
hollow well creeping gems.

this fledgling spent sign
offers to you
a brailed leaf fitting green
from the red roaring dust
metal city trimmed paints.

this sense wetted eye
offers to you
clearwater … Read the rest

I am arranged by the light of dancing
around this tree of fiery stars,
stars the sound of colour outshining colour,
colour the light of the multi-voiced uni-verse,
one voice in all silence, all sound, all distant,
as far away as the day of ancient songs,
songs of one voice … Read the rest

one one day not so far
from this one
I will gladly give myself
up to the sound
of the wild and singing sun
to become
a man of fractured light
bowing head of fire
crowning feet of flame
full of stars
and never ending dreams
wheeling on love
that … Read the rest