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The Bench

 It's hidden among leaves and foliage
 sloped on that sandy hill,
 where lovers come to meet:
 Here far above our stumbling cries.
 Now look down upon the face of it all,
 among the swirling furrows lies none 
 a familiar one.
 For nights have come and days have gone
 time's soldiers having long marched on,
 left this mark while't was still young.
 And I'll see the day no sooner come,
 when dreams that where etched forever...
 are lost in an instant, to a moment past.

G.G.C.

Tides

 It was a tear, but I never cried 
 Shed from the heavens
 It fell where mine were meant to be.
 When time and tide swallow me again,
 Will you take me away, my little dream.
 When the lonely air burns within my chest
 Then won't you take me there…
 Where white crested waves never 
 Break and tumble over Table Bay
 And the mists of night won’t
 Chill my heart, in the thick morning air.
 I know it lies there beyond the
 Baying waters, beyond the sounds that
 Pierce the night…
 There where people dance and play and sing.
 And absence bears no loss,
 amid these dreams of freedom.

G.G.C.

Night

 The night's cloak casts a shadow over the world
 beconing truth to come out,
 and about it's beauty secret pillars are found
 carrying us, while we play. 
 But night turns to faint echos 
 as the sensual world 
 again sets our motions asway
 for ghosts die, unable to breath
 or so we thought. Once night turned to day.

G.G.C.

A Spring Day

 Spring has come
 and pods break open.
 Flipping, twisting, turning
 wings fall to the ground.
 To have known,
 is to know completely.
 Flipping, twisting, turning
 wings fall to the ground.  


G.G.C.

Forever Flight

 I flew a graceful faery wing
 And heard their voices softly sing:
 'This gift to leave the earth below
 I gently would on you bestow.'

 'Come fly over carrion crow
 Looming about the tears below
 They flow thru valleys far away 
 Never more to flood your day.'

 'So leave behind your bitter sorrow
 Come shelter in a faery burrow
 Like feathers carving down the air
 Thru whitest clouds we'll take you there.'

 'Hark those are our oaks creaking old
 Filling our nights with stories told
 Thru those blue skies we'll dance and play
 You, forever more, with us should stay.'

 'Our tracks covered by faery dust
 Dance and play we always must
 For that dark world below work and toil
 Nothing but our joyous fun would spoil.'

 So I flew a graceful faery wing
 And heard our voices softly sing:
 'This gift so brief can we bestow,
 for we bear heaven in our hearts,
 as we bear hell below'

G.G.C.

To Fall

 
I once dreamt of broken flight...

to fall there, upon your eyes
like flames amid concealing skies,
like blades sweeping through dark cloud
the mists of reality became unbound.
And time's crafty hands reached deeply,
finding where I stumble meekly.

So I wished our days would cross,
and to this end did I gently toss,
the sands of time before your door,
to open hearts, and quietly pour.
Into pools of dark light and delight
like fire flies lost in skies of night.

As Icares fell into the sea...

the temptress raises up to me
and beckons me come out to see.
Lakes deep lost a million others
emptiness tides a million stutters.

G.G.C.

Transendentality

 And so in a silent moment
 of weakness the symbols
 of hatred returned to me. 
 And my soul was swiftly sent...

 to that old confusing place, 
 where darkness is a spider
 that won't be killed by the light.
 Corrupting the ancient race.

 Samsara holds me in it's grip
 and I grow tired of this place;
 for I struggle to feel the bliss
 of calmness when senses slip.

 Temptation tempts as contrast grows;
 and I dream of a river filled with
 creatures in water and jagged rocks.
 In us all rivers but not one flows.

 Is that the truthful way to feel
 can we ever know, I am unsure.
 But longing muddles a lonely mind
 as desire's conceits make it heel. 

G.G.C.

The Stage

 And a stage is set in time and space.
 And limp puppets are pulled taunt.
 And lashes raise over wooden eyes. 
 And a flood of illusion, is brought about.
 And a porous heart is set adrift,
 in those places, the people's haunt.

G.G.C.

Dreams

 
 The most overwhelming 
 achievement 
 is not hidden here, now
 forgotten dreams heap lazy reality
 on self's divided light.
 Like murder crows soar, our steps
 linger toward that painted cross 
 with a promise to nothing 
 filled by everything. In the most 
 elegant of things the quite mind
 steps softly,
 knowing what is hardest:
 To find the colour in noise
 and the floor in the ocean.
 To follow the fine thread in a tapestry 
 of things, and to know the weaver as 
 the needle stings

G.G.C.

The End