That night, the night it all started, The night I first saw my rose Gliding in beauty, blissfully baffling The listeners she had attracted, I
The slow passion that ebbs and flows From the mixing of words into some story, Some hope from some other joyful or not story, Unexpectedly
The seeds are losing their coats of colours varied Within the arid earth, looking to the sky’s greyness, And the thunder oliphanting the triumphant outburst
While shepherds watched #MerryChristmas and #happyNewYear
Angry oil price: So does oil take serious offense
To solar, biomass and wind plants,
Friends, to part brings pain, but it’s been joy
We’ll end not with tears and all, but love’s joy.