lovers in Brighton
they will search your face as you walk by
their astute eyes like a sharp light bent in a question mark are you mine why walk up the Lanes to Churchill Square
what fun is there
on a Saturday night everything’s closed besides
Brighton lovers are everywhere
on a night like tonight
appearing right here right in front of you – just now look where the double-decker has gone in red
waving goodbye to a stocking left at our feet like a fainted black snake begging for help lovers in Brighton
they will sit in every café and bar on a Saturday night
even the forgotten one in a bistro style
where the two of us ended up
you and I in French with some hot American jazz
and Edith Piaf I was trying to sing to you and in her language because I liked you so much people must have thought you were my lover and with the two policemen kissing each other in a window display
who would deny that you were mine
tomorrow
You Have Finally Arrived
these are not just ordinary dreams
people carve in time as inlaid possibilities
these are more like waterfalls of believes
flowing in shapes
feather-like grace
snowdrops
perhaps snowflakes in May
hanging in on a warm friendly wind
waiting for him who
walks the entire way to the knowhow to say
you have finally arrived
I have written you now
in that extraordinary ink which
brings a variety of smiles out into the light
so bright
my eyes look down
have you seen
it’s a kiss
I thought you were a flower

the muse
Lewes Speakers Club Championship 2014 belongs to Eliza!
speak
and I will take your voice into my hands
like one takes rain drops from their stream
the whole grey coat of them
speak to me
and I will see gentleness walk by
with roses in array
as I hold your voice to my face
not to let any of them
slip away
when you speak
innocently
My Valentine
Ode to Marc Chagall
Notre Dame
new year
if my happiness
if I were to love you



who know it all
chopin ballade 4
in your space

my heart dwells like a bluebell on the edge
it has always been another morning there –
I remember –
always one more morning
for yet another hope
emerging
from the soft meanders of a night
which cried long too long
a hope perhaps not too strong to manifest anything
never like a horn
yet
cutting through all the harsh silences of each astute balance in every fact of life
lifting up my bluebell-heart
which couldn’t care less innocently
dwelling there in your space
on the edge of things



kites
chambers
between the two of us
you kept to your shadow
my love of England

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