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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs

What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
  Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
  Decorating the canyon may be espied.

In large nesting circles neatly drawn
  In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
  In little starbursts and stick figures

In a deer, in an eagle looking strong
  In a war scene kept by the ancients –
It remains unsaid – time is not long
  But to a murky end, everything drifts.

Enchant The Wanderer

Silver rays refracted,
they bent in benign,
shapes and shards,
bright moon casts
stylish  beauty yet,
never flags each night,
glide to wistful glide,
a blissful eye treat,
stunned yet aroused,
theatrical tapestry,
engulfs midnight
to polychrome swathe,
engaging the wanderer
whilst they emit sighs,
that spread an arch,
heard by phantom,
fellow journey plodder,
crying heart floods,
of elated elixir elf,
metaphor for cheer, 
either day or night,
the astute eye always
discovers eclectic
sound and vista

Labyrinth

Walls that evoke nightmares, A home for dark paths, Shelter for the strange, Space for encroaching shadows. A door opens to the night, A path emerges for the eerie, An encounter with the hidden awaits, There is both emergence and engagement. Slumber for the weary body, Freeing the soul to journey through the meadow, Granting the privilege of a sojourn and understanding, As darkness and light vie for dominance. Songs of freedom echo, Offering hope for perpetual light, Today is the story of tomorrow, Life is a labyrinth.

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Many-hued pubs bid me welcome

Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
  As would friends on the street
And so does Cromwell Bridge
  Where long ago we first met.

I see the fields where we played
  And plucked up the kerry violets.
I gaze out over the dark bay
  Reflecting our lives as glass.

Memories live but a season
  And like a photograph
And erelong, I will be as one
  Fading - crumbling fast.

When you are old and banjaxed
  Will you still remember
And find there my countenance
  Among the leas of Kenmare?

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