We'll miss the laughter you brought,
Yet know with gratitude there are,
One thousand more smiles with you,
Ten thousand more steps to take,
And strings to pluck.

We'll miss the laughter you brought,
As I step again into my world,
My spiritus mundi and yours,
to fend off the darkened slime,
of this culture.

We'll miss the laughter you brought,
And never again will we have,
A single moment that's past,
But with joy I choose to believe,
The best has yet begun.

We'll miss the laughter you brought,
But along with your future pup,
The light sparks in every touch,
That your little family will make,
One to another.

We'll miss the laughter you brought,
And I'll give whatever I have,
To help you rise up again,
As far as the solid ground,
I'll stand by you and point at the stars.

Down-Up sloping paths, the clouds broken new,
Open in my fingers; blooming into two,
Walking in between a good elf and my brother,
Let them find joy, each fruiting in the other.

His laugh is washed clean by the sea-given waves,
While time gives her mind to yet more muddy grace,
So take up my gift "ease in heart's wing'd peace",
He sets my soul free as coast's rushing sea-breeze.

A spiral persists throws me back into day,
Three nights of haze shed now but to say:
Water-still surface bounced moonlight back to us;
Family love, and time spent that grew us.

We did not conceive that oceans could burn
  as they distract us, want us, will us to turn
  faces aside and just past the flowers
  blind to flamed forests and rivers turned sour
  yet eight words well-placed can stifle the fumes:
They will be forbidden to kill nature's bloom.

The freedom to ruin tomorrow
The filaments the bonfire traced
Decaying body / time too late portrayed
Nothing other / thou I cannot describe

Your face, beyond me, sincere
Expended barely a tear
Half harboured in grace
Our roots: your trace
Bowing I'm born to tear

your false shadow
passes by the window
my fringe wavered

Are you caught
  somewhere in between
  curiosity and fear
  at the sight of me?

Or do you have
  the need to control
  no matter the cost
  of any part of me?

Will you turn back
  to see me still walking
  towards my me?

Or do you not care?
  I thank you for that
  because it is near
  to you accepting me

But what of you?
  Did you realise that
  the Earth is also wounded
  when we dig holes
  to plant daffodils in?

The only flowers I have ever planted were with you
  ranunculus, so transient, they would bring
  my grief to me like a hot knife to the heart
  fragile and red, I wonder if they still grow there
  in our little patch in the back garden
I remember the way I stacked the stones
  to counteract your feminine power
  that I was afraid of
The only flowers I have ever planted were with you
  fragile and red, I wonder if they still grow there

Looking back is easy,
  to be afraid of the fear that lies ahead.
We can lie forever here,
  and look on our home,
  and look on our bed.

Looking down is easy,
  but upwards, the realm is of the dove.
We, too, can fly away,
  if we fear not fear,
  but look above.

Fill that town behind me,
  with the golden smoke,
  and purest water,
  hidden in my heart yesterday.

You caressed the root of my soul,
  you lured it gently,
  to a fledgling new vision,
  that fills my heart today.

A morning lamb with unopened eyes,
  for as he is, as yet as blind,
  his five fables yet to turn,
  and her three yet to find.

Your paper plane, lifted to fly,
  above the trees, across the sky,
  beloved moth, swirling to see,
  turtle dove, perched on your knee.

Queen of the hive, your glowing red eyes,
  and mine dull cover'd in white.
 Turn around to get in, three times and seaten,
  in this naked corpse come to life.

Your burning to heal with my ocean to seal,
  just as the Sun parts the clouds.
Blessed leaves flutter for our gusts to mutter,
  two raindrops falling up become one.