Long ago, I lay bruised on a pebble beach The jagged rocks had cut me deep I remained bleeding and afraid Beached, my heart remained in pieces The old shards are now blunt Crusty edges softened by time And light ascends from their sandy chasms As a shining, sifting through scarred fears I now see ...

    I’m trapped in this limbo cave Between here now and being there Like being between the break of dawn And making your morning debut Like starting your breakfast fair And the larders completely bare Like being showered and cleansed And doing your spruce for no-one at all Like being ready for today And there’s ...

When will I be too old?To be left alone, out in the coldWith my naked words still unsold When will I be too old?To be left alone, silently uncontrolledWith my protest words still brave and bold When will I be too old?To stop exploring the rivers yet extolledWith my visionary words still to be told ...