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

Our weak voices bounce 

Across the lake’s still surface 

And return to us

Silky spider webs

Fragile and beaded with dew

These delicate lives 

Silent hunters stalk

Soft snow killing every sound

Following fresh tracks

Between dingy clouds 

Hunting for a chink of light 

With my broken bow 

Hiding in the trees 

Of seven billion lives

I’m waiting for you

Deep currents dragging

Our driftwood rafts aparting 

Are we all alone? 

Trying to forget

The wrong turns and obstacles

The destination 

A bird without song

Long dark nights without star shine 

Winter without snow 

When ideas travel

From one head to another 

Pieces go missing 

In a howling gale

Or bitten by a hard frost

New ideas die 

From tiny embers

And delicate springing buds

Big ideas grow

From the misty banks

Of this long silent river 

Hope springs eternal

If life’s a journey

This is just a long pit stop

Adventures await 

Let’s point the headlamps

To that distant mountain range

And drive to the top

Sands levelled by waves

The same patterns ever here

For thousands of years