A white forest fog

Frost fingers reaching far out

It’s a new morning 

Gentle and serene

Blue moon lying on her back 

Nothing is nothing 

Behind darker clouds 

Together not together 

Bare limbs reaching out 

I must not forget 

What it is when I am free

And how to get there 

A pair of deep pools

Drawing darkness downwards where 

No light can escape 

Between the grey sky 

And the dreary cracked pavement

An empty blank space 

A tired wasp stirs

In his solitary cave 

Wait a few more weeks 

A speck of star dust

Drifting through the empty void

Searching for wonder

Red candle wax drips 

Escaping the flame of time 

Which burns ever on

Misty morning fog

Shrouding empty shell houses 

Catterpiller tracks 

A rainbow of stars 

Spattered across the night sky

Every painters dream 

Silent oaks floating 

In the flat misty valley 

Sunset slowly smears 

Only those that we

Blindly refuse to admit

Are stupid mistakes

Cold spectres looming

Beneath the gloomy marshland 

Be brave dragon heart

Be still my folly 

It is not without reason 

That I bought you here 

A clear winter night

Orion’s belt sharp and bright 

Inside we are young 

In soft dusky shade 

Cold damp walls still standing 

For a thousand years 

Blankets of darkness 

Cover up my many flaws

Here I speak the truth 

Flint hits against steel

In an orange flash of sparks 

An ember is born

Deep inside your eyes

Reading hidden messages

Inbetween the lines 

A stall pinus tree

Under the cold mooney most

Howlering wolftops 

Pine tree silhouettes

Swaddled in cotton wool cloud 

Mountains are calling 

Fallen stars scattered

Like tear drops in the gutter

Drain to the ocean 

White crystal stars fall

I am giddy and floating 

 Between snow and stars