forbear

in this stark universe no secrets left

for hawk-eyed seekers that’s what we must know

to keep our minds still centred on the flow

 

of bodies moving with uncertain heft

from truth to fact like water from the snow

in this stark universe no secrets left

 

so what we find is that some sort of theft

has changed the weight of matters it is so

uncertain now and we are trapped below

in this stark universe no secrets left

beyond the eastern shore

far out beyond the eastern shore

where all our senses ought to fail

the howling realm of shark and whale

 

exist dim hints of something more

another place on larger scale

far out beyond the eastern shore

 

what’s there is easy to ignore

the oceans are too wide to sail

waters are deep  winds loudly wail

far out beyond the eastern shore

the circle’s now completed

 

the circle’s now completed that is plain

even to those who will not trust their eyes

who weighted down by hope and by surmise

 

have given little thought to the campaign

and left the door quite open to the spies

the circle’s now completed that is plain

 

for those who come here seeking rapid gain

and always eager to hurt or despise

the slow and gentle baffling them with lies

the circle’s now completed that is plain

between the storms

so many echoes in the rain

leave nothing of our vision clear

but when we breathe the morning air

 

the feeling’s fresh the scent is plain

to all who notice yet we hear

so many echoes in the rain

 

that every ordinary brain

is forced into a deep despair

at oaths that we are forced to swear

so many echoes in the rain

to the last decimal

so many orders of which none matter

in this harsh place where all words come to fail

in giddy smoke and stinking horses’ stale

 

it seems that all our urges need to shatter

because we have not found the proper scale

so many orders of which none matter

 

but many fools who do not cease to flatter

yet will not stoop to help us when we ail

nor build a roof to shelter from the hail

so many orders of which none matter

daffodils in february

in february when there should be frost

bright daffodils present in yellow bloom

such firm rejection of the winter gloom

 

it makes me smile not all the past is lost

and there are things that death will not consume

in february when there should be frost

 

we look on beauty and don’t count the cost

of what it means to have full life resume

but take each step and see beyond the doom

in february when there should be frost