COLOURS OF SUMMER                         1985




We have all sat here at one time or another
Making moments of time, breathing clear Summer air
And drinking on, laughing softly at the games we see
Stealth, power, we moving slowly like a panther for her prey
Loved ones or victims
Knowledge, books, more lists, more beautiful work.

Warm lights, breeding desires to fall and feel
The contentment of a silent sleep
As ancient as rivers, forests and woodland floors
We could do so much now, you and I- almost anything
Easy moving through the light
Holy music to the girl caught in the lifewind.
 
Running together to a roomful of red light
The young getting stoned on soft misuse and trampled at night
Our hearts now ashine, he takes us where it must have seemed in the Sixties
Where I live, where I lived, where I was, where I am.

Cool breeze now filters through, gentle past the blowing curtains
The window shows a cloudless sky, paradise sex and deviling poetry
The marriage of fantasy and dream upon slow pillows
We stretch out, we animals of night, we failed children
We phantoms and desires in life, we ended.

Secret pledges and silent brothers, songs and laughter
We forgotten, loose and free, we make our damaged escape
The gods teach us the learning wisdom of rags
Pity for ravaged hearts and hollow dreams
We brown and amazed, hot and bewildered 
With riches and jewelled serpents, we bound by secret paths
Broken boxes, full of countries, strong with determination
But communication, has left them behind-can you believe?

While we start a fire to rival the heart of the Earth
I can know you off your mind
We have quietly observed and now, want no more
We have understood the others by their actions
Heard the true stories, seen their end
We have made the choice we wanted to
We lift our souls to higher places
While they try to lock up love in their carnival jails.

There is a rage of creatures taking place behind the wall
Strange animals of starry myth
We ghosts of all the ages, protected by our injuries
Sedated and stately as carpets of shimmering heat flow down the streets
Come let us dance the final dance, reach forbidden pastures
Green in their hazy glade, our garden meadows of all the world.


Seductions ring the beach shores, as we drift high on life alone
Washed across with emotion, we expose our naked side
Honesty dealt by strong hands-what has been learned by their violence?
We gypsy tramps and we solid foundation
Supple layers of tapestries bending in the crimson light
Then the rain, the sweetness, the touching rain
Like Mistress Chatterley she runs through nets of sweeping water
Like warm crystal webs with her chain of flowers- already formed within
Now peaceful talk and reflections, new discoveries
Teenage maids, fashion sly, curious in shade and cool smoke, 
Stare behind sunglasses.

We set our plans under the wooden beams of the old drinking house
Surrounded by foreign girls, a glance is held and kept 
To be remembered for the next time
Meanwhile, change, rebirth high up
Slow drinks and compliments, tears cried without shame
Where children are still young and feelings are not laughed at
We wake, happy to the truth- the mind is a good place to start.

It is a beautiful system that has been created for us
We can be so much more than we are now
If love is what you seek, then BE
BECOME what you would search for
Do not search for THE answer
Search for YOUR answer
Be, live, do as far as you would dare
And then beyond
Ascend, transcend
With the energy of the Sun
Raise yourself , do with and without
Tracked by  stars , blown with clouds
The light of words speaks
In love with life
And in search of Eternity.



/// I was drinking wine when I wrote this one summer’s afternoon, windows open and 
curtains closed.  Very influenced by Jim Morrison at that time, but still calms me 
when I read it. Tranquillized revelations to the self.///