At certain times My standing stone will pierce The darkness of your passage, Into your tomb-like womb, Illuminated into life,

One day I shall see them Sitting round the table, the shrub… Like our children used to do, So lovingly brought up, Nurtured over many years,

If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many

Oh, that I should reach Such depths in words as Pablo Cas… In the musical notes of Bach’s ce… Digging up human emotions, Layer after layer,

When my eyes upon the raw world lo… First thing in the morning, watery… Hoping to reflect the sun rising i… I think upon the darkside of the n… The realm that I’ve just left to…

Away from the light In the middle of the night I recalled the sight That had given us a fright on our golden wedding anniversary…

Years later he played a game with… A subtle, deadly game of revenge. But either way, I was not to blam… For what happened to his 'Angel’, His beautiful long-haired daughter…

Do not come to me in seeming perfe… Do not insult me so for there is n… Get to know me and you’ll know my… And in such time I’ll get to know… And if encircling each other we fa…

When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs

When the image of my face Is reflected in my pond, I wonder if the moon and sun Will acknowledge me, forever on, As being a part of nature,