Let us speak in silent words
Our hearts crying out
With the thoughts our minds cannot bear
Crossing over dark waves and through dense fog
As if by smokey lantern we wander
Aimless down the corridors of some unknown place
Confused by a dream that does not seem right
Only to wake and find it is no dream
And when I feel I can no more bear the weight of these hours
I turn and see a window with
Moonlight flooding in like a river of molten silver
And in that moment I know
I am not alone

It is not the loud screaming roar nor the overt display
Which in the end leaves on us indelible it's mark
But rather the tiny voice scarce heard which whispers
Words we did not wish to hear
Oh we deny it of course but there it is
The simple sight will touch us,
A kitten, a child at play, a smile and no more
These are the images that last long past the splash
Of colour and light that assaults our eyes in an obscene mix
The pure tone of a tiny bell or the whisper of a child
Some silly song once heard in our youth
These are the sounds we remember when
The crashing bands have faded away into numbed silence
The touch of two lips brushing momentarily on our cheek
A finger stroke along our jaw or breath on the back of our neck
These are the sensations we remember
Years after we forget the throb of dropping that couch on our foot
Or smashing our shin in the dark
The taste of popcorn or apple pie
Perhaps a slice of pumpkin or bowl of ice cream
A piece of chocolate or fresh baked bread just buttered
These linger longer than the five star meal we spent too much to have
Jasmine or Evening Scented Stocks
Vanilla and nutmeg or cinnamon in the kitchen
These are the fragrances we recall when in our age we long to remember
Long after all those strange exotic scents that once flooded our lives
We think it is the big moments, the flashy moments, the impressive moments
That will be matter in the end
But those are not where the hinges of our lives are fixed
It's the little things that fill us with awe
Small sights and sounds
Tiny touches and tastes
Subtle smells and minor seeming events
These are what we remember in the end

It's ok to be exhausted as you're speeding through the night
As you race along the freeway, it's alright to look a fright
No one there is going to blame you because they've all done it too
And they know just how you're feeling when there's nothing left to do
So just jot the thoughts down quickly, don't take time to find a rhyme
If it happens then it happens if it doesn't no one minds
Spit those thoughts out as you think them
It's the feelings that will count
    But remember no one's scoring you.
There's nothing you should flaunt.
As the darkness whizzes past you
and the cold air stings your face
Even though the pavement 's still hot down below...
and the fumes from the exhaust pipe might be seeping in someplace
You turn on the radio
                                 [even though you know] -
All you get is country music filled with static
and the crackle seems as much a part as song -
and the coffee 's black and burnt like it was brewed somewhere in hell
                                 [and that howling isn't from the radio]
We can't bother to keep rhythm we don't care about the rhyme
We don't really even ask ourselves if this word or that is fine
And maybe we're just sleeping as we drive along the road
or we might be only dreaming in our beds somewhere back home.
Can I hear a kitty purring or is that just the engine roar
and when does this journey finish - cause I don't want it any more
but I haven't reached the depot so I can't disembark my ride
so another cup of coffee and again I'm going to hide
But the few who really count are never fooled by that for long
They know where I am really when I'm weak and when I'm strong
And they help make life worth living, not that we really have a choice
But I'm glad I have someone with me even when I have no voice.

Grey is not a colour, it is a state of being:
When arms cannot reach far enough
And cold is not dry enough;
When everything tightens around
But there is nothing left to hold you;
When you are left naked in the night alone
And the lights are dark as they pass you by
With a rhythmic hum that numbs you;
When sleep is all around but you cannot find it within.
Cold air blows in your face from nowhere
But it means nothing.
You stop somewhere to have a smoke
And can't be bothered to light it
Because you can't remember why you should.
Somewhere you think there was a reason
But you do not know what it was
Because it is numb and there is nothing left to say.

Clouds part like
        tatters cloth ------------ Thunder grumbles back
                        \                           /              \
                       The River of Mist - A Magpie scolds the sky
                            looks down               above it
                            /                 \
   Sudden beauty                     Though I try
      is glimpsed                            to capture it all
                /                                     with threads of rhyme
The Silence                                                  \
   is forever --------- I live in --------- I sing it yet I
        \               A room of shadows        forget the words
          \                                                         I have not written
            \                                                       /
         **The Jade river flows benieth it all