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I'm only the flotsam, jetsam drift Cast up on your bars and beaches, The glittering shift that you can't resist When viewed from your northern reac..

I seem to recollect a certain Glass wheel, dreaming, Spinning in the face of those who fell, Whose mute misunderstanding was The sum of those left..

Composed while walking along the beach in a winter storm.

When I was a boy I searched the skies For the truth, a star, and the worldly wise, But ever the path of the brightest lay On my neighbour’s r..

From my book - 'Ishtar'.

For some is death A distant dream Like riders warring, Grim and bleak, While others fear Its stealthy tread Or whispered breath On withered che..

What ever happens when a love goes wrong When a love goes wrong some morning, Goes wrong like the singer of a blackbird song That a blackbird's not..

I was walking home from school when I heard the tolling of the Church bells.

Born in England, I came to Australia when I was 13.

These winter days have been long and cold For the one who waits on the birth in me, For though she carries the seed I hold I carry the watchword, &..