Flowers in a new hand

I gave a flower from the bottom of my heart

She held it and dropped it

I now see my flower in an unknown hand

Being nurtured and tendered

This hand I see not like her hand

Not like what I knew

Like that touch which sent flying

My wet eyes

To dry like the desert

The eagle eyes bright

I yearn to have my flower

When time and tide brings me nigh

My flower I will not touch but leave

To possess this new hand that bears it now.

Going in and coming out

I went in with them

And came out alone

with plenty of myself at night

Out with a tap alone in the morning

Pity filled their compassion

A favour they made undeserved I know

But I will still go in

Hoping will come out one day

Not alone

Within a Husband's Arms

the morning just began
so fresh and so green
like a hot breakfast of lemon grasses
not served when the kids are there to say Mom and Dad
Putting them apart for fear of attention
not alone on a saturday morning's bed
nor by a sweet voice away on the telephone
but within a husband's arm

Hungry Tommy

Bearers of hungry tummy

Appear gay flickering in colour

Mixtures mixed in different colours

Colours of the sun and rainbow

Turned white on the surface

Dark when broken down

Into the deepest depths

The depths of the deep

Doing what you can

It is more than money

when each does what he can do 

when he has to do it

It is like a strong wall, tower and fortress

which anger and boredom and quarrel 

never can pull down

and like a ladder 

will lead you through the entrance

flled with everlasting joy,

into the arms of the maker.

HISTORY OF THEIR CLAN AND LOVE

With their fresh green memory

They tell over and over again

The history of their love and clan

It fell like dew and salt on them: 

Yet their listening ear failed to grab.

Lost into time with time

Into the deepest depths of the deep

Unspoken words are spoken

Long before they were spoken

From the dark corners of the mind

Where the eyes with aid can’t see

Can the blind see?

And how long this ugly rage of mine live

A giant gorilla each moment breeds

And if a genial sensation turn

Will it pierce and melt through

Even the darkest and iciest hearts of men?