Bryan Sefton Poems

Elizabeth papers the walls of her mind
With cartoon characters of various kinds
Believe me, I tell you, there isn't much space
There's colour and laughter all over the place
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The sky was dark and grey and heavy
The snow came thick as night-time fell
'Why it's enough' an old man murmured
'To make the devil stoke up well
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The boat is still. The world turns
The distant island comes forward
Happens and is gone
Sinks below the horizon to memory
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Let me die in water
Let my death be a water passing
I fancy an eternal ebb and flow
A forever rock and roll
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The sparrow heralds the waking day
The sun stretches golden arms across the sky
And she, the daughter of the night
Rubs a sleepy eye and slips away
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What does the lonely watcher see?
Standing like some forgotten tree
Upon the distant hill
He's forever standing there
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Once there was a little boy happy and bright
And someone to cancel the fears of the night
Back when the laughter rang all round the home
Then there were three hearts (now there is one)
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Progressive curtains of darkness drop onto coppice and fields
Deepening shades of gloom increase into stillness of night
Feelings acquire an edge not there in day
Acrobatic senses wing their way as if on a breeze
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Spring is more flush now. Nature more at ease
Mornings grey cast has touches of blue
The skies more promising white than threatening dark
And the air sings of things to come. The few
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A dust mote of me hanging in bright sunlight
The Everyman idea of sublime divine heaven
Discharged of all weight of mass or consequence
How much of me can be lost until pure essence
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