I will tell you a story
of a man who saw the face of God...

I Wonder
If you were to ever know...

Bow down in lonely guilt
beneath this gaping cross...

I will slide down high thermals
to where the deep sky caress's the blue...

There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...

I stand with you now
on the headland...

These old cobbles have rung loud
with the hard iron clad hooves of war...

Let us Remember them
The Heroes and Cowards alike...

Cracked ceilings stare at blank damp walls
Patterns of plaster...shrivelled...hanging limp...

Lovely Lady
While you still delay...

Those looking long will see you
in the deeps of burnished gold...

So let us scry and bring to hallowed bloom
auguries on a tainted wind...