February: Kindred recall

Sunlight dapples

Oak tree tops

Above the leaded roof

The sky screams

Infinity

Searching for the truth

 

I don’t know you

Kindred spirit

Lost refrain

Your eyes betray

Hope

And more deeply your pain

 

Victorian tiles

Line the attic

Of Dylan’s distant vision

The rain cascades

Torrential

Reaching no decision

 

Radiators rumble

Shunning silence

With dim electric noise

The heating coughs

Creative

Humanity destroys

 

Window shutters

Cause shadows

Upon the office wall

The day’s stillness

Meanders

No-one hears the call

 

January: Return the sun

I need some sun

To brighten the greyness

Your black and white pictures

Reflect my mood

The rain it is pouring

The sky is unfolding

My depression it deepens

And my thoughts are all skewed

 

I need some sun

To warm up my body

Your bright coloured orchids

Light up the day

The time it is passing

The words are amassing

My soul is quite empty

And the blue turns to grey

 

I need some sun

To give me direction

Your imagined drawings

Open the gate

The darkness is running

The targets are stunning

My heart skips and dances

And the season does wait

 

Only 190 copies left of: The Hill – Songs and Poems of Darkness and Light

WP Hill

Less than 200 copies of the First Edition of my book The Hill – Songs and Poems of Darkness and Light are still available.

The Hill – Songs and Poems of Darkness and Light is 100 pages of angst, joy, reflection on subjects as diverse as child abuse, cancer, depression, bereavement, love and joy. The full story behind the book can be listened to here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2N2X7t7awo

The Hill – Songs and Poems of Darkness and Light is available for order directly through Paypal.

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Meanwhile my second book of songs and poems Another Hill – Songs and Poems of Love and Theft is set for publication in Spring 2017.

 

Tortured Blues

And now that it is over

He could sit and count the cost

Wondering if she’d changed at all

And realised what they had lost

He was standing in the driving rain

Water filling up his shoe

She was lying on a snow white bed

Hair and face were all askew

Tortured by the blues

He found shelter in a small café

Writing hymns and poems on the wall

She slipped close by and cursed at him

They were both heading for a fall

Outside the booths were filling up

Minstrels and waiters in the queue

He stopped right there and filled his cup

The last romantic of the few

Tortured by the blues

Another year had passed by slow

His young face was lined with pain

She lay wrecked in a juniper bed

They both had to start out again

But all the while he was alone

Clinging to an old church pew

Women came and lovers went

The howling wind it ripped right through

Tortured by the blues

A Town called Judas

Oh Manchester

You dawn so grey

And open the blinds on another day

Scarlet Town echoes

Tangled up in blue

A world gone wrong

So we start anew

Rain

On Autumn leaves

Pain

Tugging at my sleeves

Traffic

Bustle

Street cars sing

Sirens wail

For what the day might bring

Far away

On a common green

In another place, a world unseen

I find my soul

My heart has wings

And leaps forth

Like those Roman Kings

Rain

On Autumn leaves

Pain

Tugging at my sleeves

Peace

Hope

And laughter

I lose my fears

For those long and wasted years

Redemption Song

I stand here amazed Lost in your gaze

Emerging from hell

In a delicate shell

You came and you saw

Just like the law

I gave you my soul

And it made me feel whole

One life

One chance

One kiss

One dance

I asked for some time

Tasted your wine

Looking to the sky

As the comet passed by

You came and you saw

Just like the law

I gave you my soul

And it made me feel whole

One life

One chance

One kiss

One dance

You waltzed by the moon

At the dark of the noon

Standing so still

My glass yet to fill

You came and you saw

Just like the law

I gave you my soul

And it made me feel whole

One life

One chance

One kiss

One dance

Rhiannon

In this garden of weeds

Your flower still blooms

Like a memory of a time gone by

I can still hear your voice hang in the trees

And see your face in the clouds in the sky

Rhiannon, Rhiannon

My beautiful child

Named after a song

In times so wild

Dance in the meadows

And sing by the stream

Here in my heart

Where you’ve always been

In this room full of wonder

Your shadow still slips

Like a memory of something so fine

I can still hear your laughter rolling like thunder

And feel your heart beating next to mine

Rhiannon, Rhiannon

My beautiful child

Named after a song

In times so wild

Dance in the meadows

And sing by the stream

Here in my heart

Where you’ve always been

In this world full of grace

Your truth is an arrow

Like a memory of what used to be

I can still feel the touch of your hand on my face

And sense your spirit in the raging sea

Rhiannon, Rhiannon

My beautiful child

Named after a song

In times so wild

Dance in the meadows

And sing by the stream

Here in my heart

Where you’ve always been

No Time to Cry

They sat together by the darkening sky

He looked at her as the carriage pulled by

The wind it whispered

The day grew dim

He knew right then it was up to him

Don’t cry

Time goes by

She looked closely at his face and caught a spark

Lovers walked hand in hand across the city park

The music it talked

The day bore down

He had carried too long the thorny crown

Don’t cry

Time goes by

He took her hand gently and held it tight

Neon lights flickered into a midsummer night

The memory it lingered

And the day was reborn

The undertaker blew his frugal horn

Don’t cry

Time goes by

They both shared this treasured place in time

He tied her green shawl and drank her wine

The coldness cursed

That the day did not last

Her grey headstone now just an echo of the past

Don’t cry

Time goes by

Inter Stella Overdrive

A piper at the gates of dawn

Told me today a new star had been born

From the cosmos my darkening life

Your reality cuts like a sharpened knife

A 9/11 baby cast from a planetary shell

An echo from when the twin towers fell

You are alive, alive, alive

Rock on my Inter Stella Overdrive