Colin Ian Jeffery
He never speaks
Trapped within a damaged brain
Body twisted, limbs trembling
Sitting in a hospital yard
Humming tunes without melody.
But in his bright soul he stands tall
Articulate with mind intact
Singing melodious songs of love
Only God and he can hear.
Bones At Dying
Bones at dying shall not quake
Nor decay with the feasting of the worms
For the spirit of this God loving soul
Shall never harbour in the ground.
I have burst free with that force
Which drove each flower up into the light
And soul tossed by furies of purple storms
I shall shelter where the mind creates its visions.