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For the first time

For the first time

For the first time I see the blue sky,
For the first time I hear the blackbird sing,
For the first time I smell the scented roses,
For the first time I feel the warm night air.

How could I have been so blind?
How could I have been so deaf?
I have stumbled through life in darkness,
Now you lead me to the light.

No longer will I lie afraid at night,
Afraid of the ghosts of my past.
No longer will I shamefully submit,
To those who have no power over me.

For the first time I live,
For the first time I need,
For the first time I care,
And for the first time I love.

18/10/1989

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When in the rebellion of mens eyes

When in the rebellion of mens eyes

When in the rebellion of mens eyes I am alone,
I have a warmth inside that gives me life.
When in the hatred of men's thoughts I am in danger,
I have no fear for you are with me.
When in the anger of men's fears I suffer without sound,
I feel no anguish for you strengthen me.
When in the blackness of men's hearts I stumble blindly,
I worry not for you are there to guide me.
When in the dungeon of men's dreams I am a captive,
I am in peace for your love frees me.

26/08/1989

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Here I stand

Here I stand

Here I stand
As pure as driven mud
Yet in your eyes
Whiter than white
Washed clean by your love
A knight in shining armour
A hero, a champion
And because this is what you believe
That is what I become
At least for a time
If not for an age.
I may fail
But, for you, I pick myself up
And try again
Because you believe
In me

16/07/1990

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But they’re not

But they’re not

Yes, there are many people
But they're not you
And yes, they are beautiful
But they're not you
They may be good company
But they're not you
Yes, I have some friends
But they're not you
And yes, they like having me around
But they're not you
And they may love me
But they're not you
Yes, I have my family
But they're not you
And yes, they too love me
But they're not you
And I have a father and a mother
But they're not you
Yes, there are many people in this old world
But they're not you
And yes, there are many that I've not met
But they're not you
Many that I could get to know
But they're not you
Only you are
You

04/08/1992

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In the silence

In the silence

In the silence I hear your voice,
In the silence I see your face,
In the silence I smell your scent,
And I feel secure.

In the silence I feel your heat,
In the silence I know your love,
In the silence I sense your power,
And I feel secure.

15/05/1990

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A life reborn (Some thoughts at Tushielaw)

A life reborn (Some thoughts at Tushielaw)

Eagles cry, eagles haunt
Above moorland
Of grouse
And heather
And life
Myriad sheep trod paths
Lead me deeper
Into this delightful, deceptive freedom
On the edge
Of my existence
Fresh, cold, sharp winds
Buffet me
And roar
Deep gullies
In my soul
Cutting deep
They wound
And cleanse
And drive cobwebs
Long grown
From my being
And once again
I am me
And I am free

18/09/1998

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There lies my heart

There lies my heart

There where the grey mountain
Holds its head against the sky
There lies my heart in joy

There where the wanton sea
Its waves against the rocks does break
There lies my heart in joy

There where the green Earth
Its face in the Sun does bare
There lies my heart in joy

There where the salt laden air
Assaults my breath
There lies my heart in joy

There where the city lights
In the sky like stars does shine
There lies my heart in joy

27/01/1988

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A walk along a river bank

A walk along a river bank

Through the chill mist comes the honk of lonely goose
From an island over in the stream
Somewhere out of view
In the grey light of early day

In the field cattle stand
Lowing, guiding the days bright entrance
Chewing cud and grass
Viewing world with watchful eye

From nowhere the wheezing whoosh of wings
Tells us of swans arising
On tall columns of milk frothed air

Ahead on dewy bank
A heron statued stands
A grey sentry to our approach
Along path
Sided sometimes by sloes
In their season

Distant comes the whispering
Watery sound of weir
And mill and stream
And the church bell tolling
This hour of dawn

At the gate in the corner we turn
And homeward head
To a world more frantic
Than this timeless place

22/04/1998

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