Walk down to the smithy blind we’re breakin’ the chains of time

well hey I saw white butterflies fly
stood there followed them with my eyes
from the roots to the tall tree top

and this is what they taught
you can’t be naught but wrought
and happens from the root to the full tree top
from the root to the full tree top

and there beneath your feet
is sometime writ in blood
and it be so and it be on
until you choose to stop

well hey I saw white butterflies fly
watched ‘em dance to tree top high
I said you wann’ cut free this kerb
an’ paint them pictures bright

but no-one stop an’ no-one heard
they fight on by jus’ walk on by
an’ I knew the change was comin’ comin’
knew the change on signs

cos always butterflies dancin’ dancin’
but they jus’ fight on by
an’ the lady with her basket
she gone lift that lid up high

well hey I saw white butterflies fly
stood there followed them with my eyes
from the roots to the tall tree top

and this is what they taught
you can’t be naught but wrought
an’ that happen from the root to the full tree top
from the root to the full tree top

be no more blood on pavements
no more coutin’ the costs
no more walkin’ the hard way
for the smithy he’s firin’ the forge

and down the fire to the old ones
they’re meltin’ to flame-form coals
an’ ashes are spinnin’ up spirit swords
they’re shakin’ the winds reform

well hey I saw white butterflies fly
stood there followed them with my eyes
from the roots to the tall tree top

and this is what they taught
you can’t be naught but wrought
gonna happen from the root to the tall tree top
from the root to the tall tree top

hear that smithy breakin’ breakin’
breakin’ the chains of time
an’ they’re singin’ an they’re rhymin’
come spirallin’ up the skies

walk down to the smithy blind
that forge beneath your feet
and he gonna rattle them pavements wild
and give you back your sight

real neat

at heart’s raise live

times in hostiled worlds crowd in
until you bear no eye
walk hooded with your head bowed low
find words then writ in equal small
stand then the whispers rise
remember me for I am there
just raise your head
and I who comfort all
shall raise your heart again

Influences

what calls but the heart
what answers but heart
we are forever, you are because

lay me down by the fire
lay me down by the road
what have we to give but what comes from above

call me a treasure
call me a pest
be me two-leg or four you decide where I rest

out from the corners
of safety to harm
lay difference aside find the place of all calm

don’t expect fine words
from a language of dust
what we are in the end is love speaking to love

sky pavements

what lift can be, not man
to cross, these ways of slate
of she who nest and fly
and higher still, a light to turn the grey

then walk, this pave the sky, a rainbowed play
fractures out rough diamonds in its fall
none can object, triangular rain
to greet birdsong flows long

How far away

and there, below the pavement
travel steps to light, and shaded green
this heart has many rooms
how far away, right here

this street

this street
once winters washed,
sand-driven curls emptied in toast
to shops, who porched their warmth
in light, and lived through waiting eyes

‘til summer come,
and promise of these lives show true
petalled vital stride beside their days,
where young boys sing, and men, grown wise
to speak their heart through clarinet and soft guitar

in this street
shoes touch not dusted grey
but love poured forth in drawing
and in clay, what life is this each show
with every note and softest stroke of brush
we share we live we love
we smile
hearts grow

Heat magic

Summer flies
these ways in never knews yet open hands
greets to passing strangers
the spilling spilling
of this how inconsequentialled gold
sunlipped to long ago
once humans
she greets then bees
speaks in purple heat
what drips
it’s kind
in kind
we talk
these joys unseen

summer flies

we know this

dark moon grace

 

I am lost in this night of rains

even the moon hides her face

and we are meant to wish they say
on the coming days
but feel nothing but this rain
can ever be

from a broken window in the heart
I look then

and without seeking
even streetlights take bright wing

this dark moon
graces vast

found things

they say that angels leave messages
on pathways ‘fore our feet
words that they have heard us
heard the silence speak
from hearts that have no words to make
no ways to solve nor heal
accept these gentle signs
know that they are real
and in the nights and days to come
see each change unfold
from blackened greys of know not what
to the peace of light as told

These stairs

These stairs
the past in form
was it once what others called beautiful
in perfection
can you not see
this greater beauty now unfold
I love you more
in sea and wind-tossed batters
no longer stand apart so proud and clean
but each terrored edge so sharp aghast
now comforted by the enfolding accepting green
oh grateful years
each surface broken this depth within now seen

before the rain

before the rain washes you away
the words you wanted to say
this love laid upon the floor
in language chalked and grey
leapt in every colour to the heart
horizon wished-on star
all speak too much to not stand
in rain and listen