Nets

Peering out with eyes of old

Never ventured out from port

Could have I been this or that?

But there isn't time for that

We are great at weaving nets

Fashioned out of our regrets

Catching people passing by

'Stead of letting them get by

But there is another thread

Marching relentless ahead

Stories found on tapestry

Woven by Her Majesty

Travels

Scuttle through the roof of sea,

Monsters thudden silence floor;

Could not wait to tell you how

We've been here some years before.

Layer thick with cream round plane

Flight of thoughts travels on time

Below clouds of conscious pain

Port of peace be yours as mine.

TLP/7

Tell me what I cannot know

What must I say not

But perhaps can show:

My inner world of pain

Within a language game

My inner world of joy

Around my troubled toil

My inner world of peace

In love that is sun kissed

My inner world of hope

In faith more obstinate than lost;

Which defies all logic but

Leaves the needs of heart intact

So's not to tear it from its place;

Such is the impossible

Ask of grace.

Carinthia

Where fog rolls down to greet the grass

That clambers up by mountain pass

I dare to meet the air serene
And tread the leaves of pine trees lean
Towards the proclaimed hope at last
Of gifts promised in journeys past.