Call me to the campfire
When all sleep
And the great log in embers
Is a mirror of our love.
Know, as Buddhists do
Each flame
Never born nor dies the same
In dawn
We shall gather fuel.
Lion I would go with you
As we have through so many doorways
So many stairways and clouds
Tented heart a circus hidden
Just for us amid the crowds.
Those grounds we played
And shaped our thoughts
Those hallowed eaves
Where hopes were wrought
With talk uncorked
By hop and grape
Have been erased
Signs sallowed
And been replaced
All covered by the pace of change
But nothing is completely strange
When seen beside your eyes again.
Though the City's race makes brick but chalk
We share an archaeology
In the places and the streets we walk.
Walk with me
Unto the sea
Stand with me on sand once more
And let the waves lap at our toes
Then in a vessel let us go
Out beyond these balmy shores
Row together past the bay
To explore endless today.
So give us today
Words laughed over
After we have authored shopping lists
And unenunciated epics
Tailored favours worn implicit
And abandoned asking why
Our separate souls grow to arches
That hold a church roof high.
Give us then this promise
Vows for mouths of innocents
So that we too might smile
At the constants
Cast starlight
Into ink dark future
Sow our own conspiracy in sonar
Echo-locate in laughter
Values
And the outlines of tomorrow's you.
The bed weighs balanced
My other wing
Self-fulfilling Oracle
I trust this love
Like hot taps and light switches
My normal miracle.
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