Our Winter clothes are long undon… The May-blossom has been and gone… So fast the seasons run, And summer’s warmth has just begun… Swallows veering low and high
If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many
Everywhere I go She is not there Everywhere I look She is nowhere Can’t see her anywhere
Be with me, Be with me tonight, Be with me, And hold me tight. Stay with me,
The roses here grow on Year after year, While people have gone Year after year. Yet we are still together,
Oh, such splendour in the grey-blu… The pathway created between A double-rainbow, which starts And ends beyond the horizon, Between the known and unknown worl…
Oh let there be no sound, Music or conversation, Sweet silence is profound And is a rare occasion While we mourn together
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
My shadow fell across a rose: Within its open folds Of orange petals I put my nose - The sweetness of its scent Filled my head
At certain times My standing stone will pierce The darkness of your passage, Into your tomb-like womb, Illuminated into life,
Things that we carry In our heads Are sometimes too heavy to bear, Too heavy to live with, Too raw to share,
Oh the ups and downs of it, The swerves and speed of it, Like a boat on the sea That once covered this land, The little country bus
Late stars, in dark blue, Not unlike the dew, In constellations, In such show, Place me in England:
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,