Month: May 2020

going up country
going to the end of the road
following the star that glows
lay down this old load

got my light with me
got my lady at my side
we’ll sleep among the heather
hear the morepork cry

Does the sun not shine
into your dark life and
are there no angel slides
slipping through golden clouds
to caress your heart?

In the face of the hurricane
that slams him into the
mountain and tears through
the bush and angers the ocean,
the young man clings to hope;
white knuckled and
every sinew screaming,
he won’t be prised loose.

It creeps underneath the falling dark
And wanders in the solitude
Beneath the flame of a falling star

This choir I keep for company
It speaks for my wordless heart
A one-part harmony free falling
Into the arms of the falling dark

The slow burning flame
struggles to set alight
the brick hearth
while the distant star
struggles to speak softly
to the heart.

This lockdown
has come to an end
for now,
and so too
the joy of your
company, your
conversation
and chatter;
I shall miss you
in the great silence
that now hovers
over the valley.

This Milky Way,
with its stars
uncountable,
ambles slowly
across our
sparkling eyes
towards the
dawn.

How many words are spoken
By the edge of an iron sword
How many hearts lie broken
In the houses of the lonely
Lined along the water shore

Morning sun comes flashing
Lies upon the floor
Shines like a sharpened blade
Scrapes away the bleeding
Speaks the words to be prayed

Welcome to our police state
No crocked cross insight
But here it is, ushered in
Before our open eyes

This is now New Zealand
Land of the long iron rod
For freedom we must stand
For our neighbour and for God

Bushman cuts clear
the old tracks,
reveals the truth
hidden there and
makes sure
the footing of
those who follow.