CAIRO!

Instance a twirling magic of starlit night

And then, on the way to a party - a ride

on a cart pulled by a donkey

Interfusion something

so unlike

a pyramid system

at street level

or a dusty track in the countryside

The explosion of scent of jasmine and

a Larry Olivier voice booming

out into the night at the Sound and

dreamy golden purple Light

Lost in inner city wild bazaar

at midnight alone

felt like an initiation, being born

Heart beat drum beat

Trapped in a beast

Feast for the sunrise

Triangles at dawn

Giggling looking at Adolf Churchills room

Theyre all the same, they all want to make a

City of the dead,
but this city, my eternal love affair

alone in a crypt with a tomb and a female voice in my ear said “Claire”

I looked around and - there was nobody there

But it sounded sweet and it felt so wise...

A polluted forest of exotic concrete

Drowning in warm brown eyes

Diving through the UniVerse

I saw a stark tree
with bright red berries on it
and the sun fell right on it
and I knew then in my heart of hearts
that yes, there is a God of sorts
prowling through the universe

the blooms are coming up too soon
too soon to feel
and down dark lanes
a shaft of sun
on frozen rooftops starts
and I knew then in my heart of hearts
that there really is a God ofcourse
diving through the universe

Oxford, 29th January 1989

Out of Everydayland

The sounds of the sea come in
Mixed with emotional magic
They all come out of the sea
on embarrassed waves of tears
And now Im trapped in every day land
Where there never was a hope
of being set free

But listen awhile on the sand
to the thundering trombone of nature
the harp and the whistle of seagull and
violins of shellfish begging to be set free
Our undeserved symphony
The echoes of hollow
you all hope to follow

When I die the wind and I
will be me, to tunes
Already heard
And souls already infiltrated
We'll pierce the very hollow of you
Like a pebble ripe
in the lodge of fate

Deep down pools of devastation
That we wallow in
The bible of the earth
says it's the only sin
We're moving up in a new wave
with a wave of the human hand
the sounds of the sea come in with an era
fresh as the morning sand

Bath, September 9th 1986