A Fae around my head once flit

Blessed a fleeting light brow kiss

A spark within my darkness lit

To dream of Evermore.

I saw there all of life as one

All Nature proud all Nature strong

And all became that of a song

A song of Evermore.

Yet cast I here as man and bone

Soft tears to cry for Elvin home

To dance when I am all alone

To tunes of Evermore.

And leave before I can return

Like countless others only words

Fragments of a song I heard

The song of Evermore.

With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known best

Through Juniper smoke

The haze of a Hex

Back sent the curse

To the one who once sent

With the snap of a Snapdragons

Truth be known blessed.

With weather mask I watch the sky

Of tumbling clouds where Dragons fly

Who dip and weave and fall to rise

Through billow holes the moonbeams shine

To glance upon the midnight sea

Where deep beneath the spirits heave

And rise as wisps upon the waves

To ride the wind and scream away

I walk beneath while storm rage harsh

To seek the lightning sand struck glass

To add a bead on to the mask

In Elemental praise to dance.

The Crone doth lash the Maiden

Yet Maiden rise to meet

With pure and nubile passion

To writhe and come beneath

And watching from the evergreen

The ever-keen Green man

Who reaches for his instrument

To play his pipe of Pan

And lull the Maiden resting

Spent upon the Moss

Her rousing eyes on blossoming

Watch green the man at dance

And rising to the yearning

A flower tender bud

With Pan she lay made fertile

The spell of Spring is cast.

Holding lightly to the moon swing

Dreams the maiden spring,

Of dawning sun to gentle bird song

Her awakening.

Then up she jumps sets pace and laughs

The dance of love to play,

I watch her by the flower faces

Woken by the fray.

I glimpse her kiss the branch to blossom

Seeds leap ‘neath her feet,

Through woods and valleys over hills

In fields and broken streets.

Until the dusk does gather thus

Her colours tender fade,

She yawns at evening blackbirds song

And quietly walks away.

Though turns just once a tender glance

A kiss she blew to me,

Set catkins quiver all a dance

Amongst my twigs and leaves.

Deep shadows creep pale moon light no sound

Chill is the air of this past hallowed ground

I stand still and silent though heart beating pounds

‘Midst broken lost graves overgrown Ivy bound

She comes to me here at this sorrowful place

I cry with her torment kiss tears on her face

Gather her to me and gently embrace

Our sweet memory our love and her grace

We dance once again to the Nightingales song

Tenderly turning the full moon night long

‘Till Blackbird does herald the break of the dawn

And alone once again I stand as she falls

Back to the deep earth ‘neath for to sleep

‘Neath bright Yellow Tulips that grow where we meet

‘Till full of next moon ‘till this promise I keep

Together again for to dance and to weep.

Raggedy wind withered skyline a tree Wild is the night and many there’s been That’s twisted and gnarled the branches and leaves Whose moon shadows dance on the path that I lead Up to the high Moor Moon black then bright For racing the clouds as Dragons in flight The wind on my face and then at my back For weaving this path an animals track Till drops to a valley high sides Moon escapes The bottom of here be pitch black the lake Where I see none reflected yet know all are here My sorrows my doubts my fears and my tears And sky clad I swim out and dive to the depths Where gone is my reason and empty my breath Till I rise to the surface my hand held in deaths Whose sweet kiss of life be my final request.

Dedicated to Kim Thompsett. 

She sits beneath the tree to sing

To bring the very Nature in

To my hearts sorrow saddened plight

Does come a warmth a pure delight

To soothe the frown of turmoil mind

And in those moments all is kind

With pure her voice and truth her smile

Sweet honesty of Nature wild.

She turns and twirls in meadow dance

A wild fair Fae at play

Then hides behind a Buttercup

With coy sweet blush dismay

For blue her cornflower petal dress

Lost petals ‘midst the fray

Whilst shaking all the Teasel down

To help it on its way.

The Mistle Thrush comes tapping

Where words are worn away

His anvil be her headstone

No answers from her grave

Sees no one bring her flowers

Hears no one kneel to prey

He sings from church yard ancient Yew

For her who rests un-named.

Shades await lost and most lonely

Only to pleased to find and to show me

How they became so that way.

I feel with them here

And many a where

Share turmoil bewilder dismay.

Oh love how they linger

And beckon me nearer

Come with us to share our despair.

Our self-disapproval

Our punishment rueful

Of life that to self-full became.

I sway as they taunt me

Oh love how they tempt me

I feel as they relive the day.

When desperate and woeful

They sought death as hopeful

Yet death didn’t take them away.

They plead with me need of me

Know that I feel and see

Know part of me willing to be.

One of them tearfully

Tugs at my sleeve to grieve

I’m only just able to breath.

Come to me dance with me

Come and be part of me

Suicide angels are we.

We know that your one of us

Part of you part of us

I know I cry just leave me be.

He never found her grave

Never wept upon the soil where beneath she lay

Never raised his fist to the sky that passes over her

Never read her headstone or picked a flower just to take to her

Never days go by

Never weeks months and years of never

Yet ever tears arise and thus shall fall forever

He never found her grave

Beside her for to lay

To draw a final breath

So they may rest together.

Oh Violet of Spring

her sweet love be blessed

blew kiss of a Dandelion

seven tears wept

with a pocket of Bedstraw

sewn at her breast

and Maiden Hair petals

scattered her bed

Star Satin her covers

rare Orchid her scent

first Violet of Spring

her namesake she kept

and dry now the petals

‘tween pages are pressed

in a diary of moments

of the life she once led.

Where Ivy binds the sleeping Oak

and Mistletoe in berry grows

below he chose to rest awhile

awaiting Lady Winter.

A Robin scattered he with leaves

gathered from the Evergreens

as deep within the woods he lay

upon her first snow fallen.

And cross the land her soft gown moonlit

flurries dance in silent music

covering his last few footsteps

gracefully goodbye.

Then tender kiss upon his lips

a tiny Wren the only witness

sings unto a milky dawn

of one who walks with Winter.