If only I could sleep.

The Hands of Creation.

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If only I could sleep
The dreams I would reap
I would stand
On the sands
Of the Gobi!
And look out on nobody
And I would see the dawn of man
And the coming light of the Lamb
Walk with the Gods of Greece
Talk to the Hindu Priests
Fight great wars in the east
Light great firers of peace
And I would
If I could
Make love in the Indian Sun
See the beauty as the Ganges run
Feel the beauty and motion
Of the Indian Ocean
I would dance
And romance
Those Japanese Girls!
With those eyes like black pearls,
And then I would head for home
To see the glory of Rome
Fall at the face of the hoards
Like the tears of our Lord
And I’ll see
I would be
Sleeping in slumber and peace,
See the splendour that was Greece
Standing like an endless rhyme
Beyond the hands of time
But then to see a sad crime
Of the great Aryan race
Stumble and fall in disgrace.
Within stillness
I would feel this
Oneness of creation
That needs no explanation,
If only I could sleep

The dreams I would keep.

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Sleeping Athena

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The tears of Athena.

The tears of Athena.
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The Gods will laugh and cry
But we will have this place to die
This beautiful, beautiful place
Where all creation came to grace
But what of suffering, what of pain
What of things that make us wane
And what of sadness and what of death
For what is it that gives us breathe
What of beauty and what of love
What of those stars that shine above
For I have seen life come and go
And I guess I don’t really know
But I have laughed and I have cried
And I have seen love that cannot die
In the light of an eternal eye.

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Sturminster Newton Mill.

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On such a lovely morning

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Could there be global warming
On such a lovely morning,
Or is it just a little lie
To blind us as our people die.

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Only a child this one

But a hero and son

What have we done

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The little spider's web

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The little spider’s web
Upon the flow and ebb
Of the warm summer breezes
That somehow seems to please
The mind that does conceives
And with his heart believes.
The spider waits so still
But does he ever feel
Feelings of love and hate
In the beauty he creates
For is he the same as us
As we create our stuff
On our own little web
Around the things we said.

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Let the Swallow fly

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Let the little Swallow fly
And yesterday’s sorrows die
And infinity will bring
The birds to whistle and sing
For just a happy face
Create ripples in space
And reality begin
With morality within.

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For memories fade

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For memories fade
In light or shade
And time seems to heal
The pain that we feel,
But fear leads to greed
And a kind of need
That can make love run
Away from the sun
And hide in the shade
Where sadness is made

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Out of painful words.

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Out of painful words

Beauty will come to be heard

As rainfalls to earth

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So life can give birth

Create such sadness or mirth

On this little Earth

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For the saddest days

Like the early morning haze

From its own light raised

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So sadness and pain

Creates its own kind of gain

Just like falling rain

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So let's have some fun!

For all creation will come

From gray clouds and sun.

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