too bad; but it's too sweet

saw the future in the face of a daffodil

Bury me deep in the wool of my favourite sheep And let me rest and let me sleep The cornflower coloured rings under my eye Let them vanish, let them die And with the morning sun at noon I want to wake Soft and warm and rested Gone from my joints be the pain and the ache Another day be bested

»When he came to the lake at last her hands had grown weary from holding the sword Hundreds of years had already passed in which she had waited and gotten so bored All this time, holding a sword from the lake and waiting for a future king she had been so patient, each minute awake to hand over that weapon which power should bring But all of those years in murk and in mud through rain and through snowstorms, the weather unjust, had eaten on metal and powerful blood The sword now was barely a stick full of rust

The greenhouse radio Do you love me? I first asked you quietly ontop a summer hill beneath the leaf-draped sky You have to ask that still? you asked back shy Do you still love me? I would ask again beneath the cherry tree And you would smile How could I not? You'd take my hand and hold it for a while Do you still love me? I would ask at last both of us sprawled out on long grass More every day, More every time I see you you would say And like the greenhouse radio which, old and broken, still plays music when we ask it to The old songs that we know, ingrained into our hearts Their verses spoken Quietly whispered into ears, or screamed out loud The special, jaunty parts shared between just two And new songs that we've never heard so strange and full of memories which we still have to form Full with potential joy and tears With fingers clasped for dancing, warm, warm in embrace and love A verse that holds our own words which stream out into the open world above. Just like that radio, I would ask again Do you still love me? But even then I would not need to wait to hear the words you would reply this time And if you'd never said it And if I'd never heard I still would know, that, Within songs and dancing in the rain Within the nights we stayed up late to talk about the stars and books we've read Within the parsley, sage and thyme, the cacti, calliopsis that we grew Your answer lay There was no need for you to say outloud what all along I knew The words that always carried with, played from the greenhouse radio I love you, still, I love you too

You sent me to the devil and I came right back to you I should have known all lies you tell are what you know t'be true No wonder that your every word is laced with burning fire That every touch you give out speaks of angry vile desire With pride you hold up spikes and sneer at everyone you meet With incandecent iron you slice through all those in need That flaming throne should bend to you and carry just your name Should burn along your ignorance, consume you in its flame