MorningIf I could be still
For five minutes
If I could weave you a song
Of the beauty of this country
On a morning, kissed by dew.
If I could stop this tired routine
The words would come
If I wasn't numb,
A song in the silent sunrise.
being of solitudeBeing of the mind,
That I'm seeking solitude,
And loving the simple pleasures,
Of sleeping with the moon in my eyes,
And a song in my heart,
In a place that's safe, familiar and warm.
Being of the belief
That magic exists,
That happiness lives
In the soft undergrowth of home,
Away to the hills,
In the far forge,
the strong dry heat,
Where my heart resides.
Perhaps one day
I'll make it back,
To the trees, the sea,
They call me home
Under smiling sky,
Of her fair fire
And fragrant boughs, roof of my home.
The senses rememberThe senses remember everything
They've ever taken in.
My hands remember how to weave
As I learned when I was four
At speed they work, without mind's aid
begrudging not, that chore.
My hands remember, strong the grasp
As a child
By my father being led,
And ever still, they do recall
Though in my heart he's dead.
my frame remembers, warm embrace
And silken soft, the skin, the face,
And though I shall grow ever old
I'll not forget that time, that place.
I still remember smells of things
I ever shall recall
And though, but once, a few I'll know
I'll not forget them all.
The smell of toast, of pines, of sea,
And wood rotting on the ground,
The smell of spring, of rain, of earth
My dog, my faithful hound.
The smell of an open field, misty, empty, cold and bare
Not an animal there on the earth is seen,
But the grass remembers them there.
Songs in the SilenceThe music,
Like nothing else,
yet so much a part of everything that is.
A voice as smooth as satin honey,
As rough as Manuka bark,
And as deep as night is dark.
You hear it sing in all around,
It's memory in everything that lives
An echo falls from every breath
In all and every motion of the world.
It is ecstasy and saddness, and rage, and joy,
For it is.
It is part of all emotions, and all things,
Each note in every shade of green
In every landscape that I've seen
It's power in every breaking wave.
It is light in my world,
And a smile in my heart.
Waste NothingWaste nothing,
Be not idle with your time
Build your life's bridges
While you have the will
Of youth under earth's sun.
You are part of all around
You are made of earth
And stream and tree
Their strength in you resides.
Will no time to careless hate
lend not energy to pointless aim
Be slow to anger
And swift in laughter.
Children of the dance of rainHooded high
The rain my veil
I come again
On the sweet earth,
My crimson orb
Of honey dew
Rare as autumn's rain
Enlighten as the little folk
I beseech thee
Wisest are the elven folk
Who sample of this vine
For Rain, and a Sad SongHow I love you,
And a sad song,
Melancholy and beautiful
Like the sun and the wind
On your body all at once
Soft and warm
And wrapped around
By cold kisses.
All the time I spent wondering why
And all the reasons I was afraid,
All these things are washed away
As the day draws to a close
And the rain falls
And I'm carried away on raven wings
Into the night,
Into the dark,
Into the black,