Mexican Love Note

Strung out in sanguine languor

My head in her lap

Her hand in my hair

A gaze ghosts between us

Of liquid green air

Through pools in her eyes

And holes in her nose

The spirit takes hold

And it grows

And it grows

Me and my girl

Sannox Song

In the glen, we stood, my wife and I,
amongst the heathers, beneath the sky

The warm winds blew, the river roared,
and from the peaks the eagles soared

At first a pair and then two more,
and like the song there circled four

On yearning clouds, and aching blue,
our hearts reached up for well they knew

That to the heavens from the earth,
our souls begin their holy birth

And if to our selves we were true
and loved and laughed and lived and grew

Then our hearts too would be set free
and fly with eagles on the breeze

Kilbride's Ascension

Night, beneath the sunken mists and fallen hills

In seething seas, on howling sills

His shoulders sleep in patient grace

Wrists and ankles nailed in place

Shrouded in the silent dust

Of secrets lost and passions hushed

By windows smashed and doors locked tight

And visions crushed by law and rite

Here, where once the masses mourned his loss

Now cobwebs creep from cross to cross

Where birth and death once marked the years

Now gravestones weep with mossy tears

But at the dawning of the hour

As pigeons scatter in the tower

New light breaks where no sun shines

And in these dusty closed confines

Her spirit breathes in crypts and shrines

Tearing through the aisle and stalls

Crumbling down these fear filled walls

With roots and branches, veins of green

Reclaiming what has always been

As vines and flowers lick the spire

Burning him with Earth's desire

And at last our blessed lover

Is released from man to Holy Mother