The bank of time

She laughed.
He started,
opened his eyes,
looked around him,
and wondered.
She laughed again,
and brushed the heartsease from her eyes.
She looked at him with love,
and fondled his ears.
Oberon isn't a real person, silly, she said.
But I am real, he replied, irritatedly.
Are you? she said,
kissing him.
And laughed again.
28/05/08, 13.44

Thanks

Click this link, cos Ray Davies said it better than I ever could.

Fare thee well

Fare thee well, I wish you well.
Fare thee well my honey.
Although you're gone, my love lives on,
I wish you well, my honey.

I won't be sad but I'll be glad
For what we've had my honey
Fare thee well, I wish you well.
Fare thee well my honey.

Though nights be long my love is strong
I wish you well my honey.
I don't know how the here and now
Became goodbye my honey.

Eternity's too much for me
But now you're free my honey
Fare thee well, I wish you well.
Fare thee well my honey.

Love's liberty must set us free
From memory my honey.
What's been has gone
And life goes on
An endless song my honey.

I pray that you are happy too
In pastures new my honey.
So fare thee well, I wish you well,
Fare thee well my honey.

So fare thee well, I wish you well.
Fare thee well my honey.
Your memory is like a tree
That shelters me my honey.

Its deepest roots and sweetest fruits
Are part of me my honey.
Each passing hour I pluck the flower,
So sweet, so sour my honey.
Fare thee well, I wish you well
Fare thee well my honey.

05/04/08

I composed the words of this song back in April,
before there was a Rosebud in my life.

I was saying goodbye to a lost love,
for whom I'd been grieving for the previous eight years.

Perhaps I was addressing it to the wrong person.

I didn't have a tune for it until May 24.

Poem

A blood-red rose blooming in my garden
On the thorn, my own heart, bleeding.

22/05/08

Sun song

Sun came and knocked on our doorway this morning.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
She dazzled our ears like the birdsong at dawning.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

Who are these birds who are dancing so sweetly?
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
And who is the archer who's prancing so meetly?
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

Grass is my carpet and stars are my ceiling.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
And you are the seasons around my head wheeling.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

Now is the moon and the sky and the dayspring.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
The sowing and growing and autumnal harvesting.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

At last as we lay down our heads at night sleeping.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
Love is the power above our beds keeping.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

Hello and goodbye, goodnight and good morning.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
Hope is the faith in all our hearts borning.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.

24/05/08, 5.45pm, Bear Wood camp, Addington, Surrey
(My mobile died so I had to write it again from my fallible memory.)
The refrain, All shall be well etc, is from Revelations of Divine Love, or Showings, by Julian of Norwich (1342-ca.1416)

The prancing archer is Sagittarius, Rosebud's birthsign.

Rosebud and Bottom

She flew over the snow
and, in the end, was consumed in fire.
He the unwieldy suitor, unaware of the heartsease on her eyes,
his long ears on her pillow,
thinking that at long last love,
and he'd got lucky.

Came the cold grey dawn
he looked around,
could not recognise
the unreal world he found himself in.
But then he saw Titania sleeping beside him,
a dream of the Dream flitting quickly under her eyelids.

Good morning Rosebud,
he whispered
as he kissed her enchanted eyes.
Then he crept away back
to Athens,
to work on his weaving.

Worked on for several days and completed 24/05/08, 10am

Or is she?

The true name of love is uncertainty.