oh my darling
my sister
my sweet friend
my dear companion
my laughing eyes
my brave leader
your footprint in my sky
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
oh my darling
my sister
my sweet friend
my dear companion
my laughing eyes
my brave leader
your footprint in my sky
oh my darling
my daughter
my child born
my sweet friend
my proud heart
my broken line
that breaks us apart
oh my darling
my mother
my confidant
my secret kept
my true support
shall I find you
in the harbour shelter
Oh my darling
my true love
my warm embrace
my homeless dove
my empty space
my dancing eyes
the tear upon my face.
At this place
under the shelter
of the long, still evening,
we gathered in the moments
that built us together
that held us
in the everlasting love.
The serpent of the sea
was wrapped in the blanket
of drizzle and mist
that lifted the ocean
by the sky to be kisses;
the serpent of the sea
in cold waters slumbered,
her sorrows unknown
ploughed deep by the cut
where the seeds were sown.
Our eyes sparkled through
the fog of the years,
recognition came slowly
and then the stories
needed no second invitation
as they come tumbling
from the memories of the
times we shared.
How old we were,
grey hair and
a stooped shuffle,
we moved slowly
up the long aisle
towards his coffin,
peeling left and right
to ease ourselves
into a pew.
On the long trek north,
on the long road of love,
we took some shelter
in that old house
that once stood beneath
the trees, in the shadow
of the flat mountain.
Beneath these trees
Stood the old house
Before it fell.
Before it fell
We slept in the old house
Beneath these trees.