Coyote

This eye scrapes on ice inside

When's this heart going to let go

In the last hours of our reality

We think we'll all save our humanity

But it's a quick trip and a cheap shot

Not a map for the future
But a graph of all your plots

Out in the wilds the coyote cries

Good riddance and goodbye

This fire burns, a cold riven flame

Kicked into touch like paper in the rain

For a heart beating brightly

A beacon in this pain

When's this heart going to let go

This eye scrapes on ice inside
When's this heart going to let go

Of Norfolk

The whisper of silver leaves under wide skies

In ancient tongues asking me

Where are your dreams now

Wild lass, wild lass

Only wreathed as silver strands in your hair

The willows are calling me

Back to the water lands

Windmills to the sea

Where river and sand flat and blue martins ply

Under the old cobbles

A shore of brick and stone

In memory of a place once we called home

Where are your dreams now

Wild lass, wild lass

Only wreathed as silver strands in your hair

Lost to the pine wind in the wild sea air

All your dreams travelled

A gathering storm

But your heart is a vaulted cathedral where angels sing

And love, ripe red and burnished

Beats to the steady drum

And here is hope, the living prayer, unfurled to the wind

The whisper of silver leaves under wide skies

In ancient tongues asking me

Where are your dreams now

Wild lass, wild lass

And I shout into the returning tide

Of the mud and salt and iron hard bone

Of barrel wood, frayed rope

And shells turned to stone

Of the stained glass and old songs

And cornfields' ripe gold

Where river and sand flat and blue martins ply

Under the old cobbles

A shore of brick and stone

Now memories of a place once we called home

Journeys Run

A maze of footsteps in the snow
Tell of the places we could go
Journeys run
From cradle to grave
And those footsteps echo
Memories we’ve made

AI

We are all

Fireflies in jars

I'll set you free

You promised me

But we are all

Fireflies in jars

Like quicksilver

Running down your spine

An endless dance

Flowers in your mind

Stop pulling at threads

You can't rewind

I'll set you free

Sometime

Computers whirr in the quiet dim of dawn

Like digital sprinklers on virtual lawns

The modern pulse is no longer a drum

Just the ceaseless driven electrical hum

Of the synaptic links we've become

I'll set you free

You promised me

But we are all
Fireflies in jars

Five Hundred Years

Five hundred years and nothing has changed

We are knaves and fools all

Pretending we are hewn from the steady oak

Instead of wheat chaff borne in the winds

Of our own ego

Like dust, we sing loud as the storm rises

But fall away to nothing once the cold rain

With all its stinging force

Bites home

Five hundred years and nothing has changed

We count out our past in battles won

See bravery in bullets and blood

And pray for victories

Both big and small

Not seeing we are already lost

Simply dancing in the eye of a storm

While the death rattle of our humanity

Rolls in

Grow me from a steady oak

Unbending to fashion and whim

To stand against the prevailing wind

Forge my eyes from the rain's tears

To see clearly for five hundred years

And while knaves and fools fall

I'll stand still

Te Pito o te Henua

Three stars fall

To the ocean below

But the land reaches up

To catch them

In three volcanoes

Safe boats to sleep in

Until the sun turns for home

And they rise again

Great treasure found
At the centre of the world

Wednesday's Rain

Listening to the Commotions

Looking at the laundry

Wondering if it'll ever be done

Outside it's raining

Really need a little sun

Flowers in the rising tide

Words in the wind

While you read between the lines

Again

Radio plays louder than the rain

Songs I've remembered wrong

And words that stayed the same

Windscreen wiper rhythms

Punctuate the morning run

Lights stop, stop, go

Crazy people on their credit phones

Swerving across the road

As they dodge and jive

Waiting in the fast lane

For that extra mile

Home

Wednesday's rain got me feeling blue

Hoping for Thursday soon

For a dry day and summer June

Coffee and a bag of crisps

While we all couldn't care less

Those tears are little more than

Water running down the drain

Everyone connects but no one ever sees

The future is out there

Already on its knees

Flowers in the rising tide

Again

Radio plays louder than the rain

Songs I've remembered wrong

And words that stayed the same

Wednesday's rain got me feeling blue

Hoping for Thursday soon

For a dry day and summer June