Anthracite

Oh how I dream of dancing through meadows dressed in pink

But alas it’s not to be, it’s just not possible, it’d cause a big stink

So a wee tear pops out when I think I can’t be a wee winged fairy

Could be my size twelve boots and the fact I’m cock-eyed and hairy

Oh how I dream of dancing on my tippy toes like them on the telly

But alas it’s not to be, it’s tough to see me toes, it might be me belly

So a wee squeak pops out like the time I just sucked a sour old berry

Could be my wobbly bum, and the fact I’m cock-eyed and hairy

Oh how I dream of dancing around with the birds and bunnies

But maybe it could be, maybe it is possible, they’d not think it funny

So a wee YAY pops out when I think I can dance and not be scary!

And they say I’m lovely so who cares that I’m cock-eyed and hairy!

I am willing for the pebbles to turn to sand

and waiting

until granite is dust in my hand

I am waiting 

to be allowed to touch the moon

and willing

for the blossoms to open soon

There once was a flightless bird
who wished so much he could fly
he tried many times
he climbed trees and things
to see things far and leap off
he crashed lots and bounced
on rocks and stumps
and even in ponds
but he never complained
about his hurts
because he knew there were others
that couldn’t even climb
and more others
that couldn’t even sleep
which he knew was the worst thing of all
he loved sleep second best
because he dreamed best dreams
and mostly in all of them
he was the best flyer ever.

It’s the crease of her smile
The way she says Dad
And the hugs hello and goodbye

And still across the miles
When I’m feeling a little sad
Her giggle makes me sigh

Thus brings forth my will
Always to make her proud
Sure and pure like mountain water

The dove comfortable on the sill
Though the heart is big and loud
For the love I have for my daughter

I barged through the door
at home tie still firm
and I clapped and danced

I smiled and laughed
I said hello to the fish
flipping and dancing with me

and I spun arms wide
laughed again and did the jig
smiling started to ache

then I stopped
preplexed, not knowing
why was I happy

should I be
am I allowed
well frankly

I don’t care
yeah

Its nearly Christmas you know
and I can feel my insides start to churn

Love sits tightly in me like a stupid jack in the box
only because it doesn’t know how to extravasate

Without knowing how and gaucheness
I give it what I recognise and hope

Merry Christmas friends
I love you all and can do nothing but say
Thank you.