Diamond bee...

Me and diamond bee we met by the big oak tree, she was trying desperatly to extract some honey and me, well i was just looking for some company so I decided to take her with me, sheltered we travelled with the honey bee's .... my heart seeked the next place ....

Tyto Alba on the road . . . . .

A shift in consciousness is what was needed on that day I set out. To feel like I could move on and not look back, no posession to over - possess me.
The act of looking only forward in an attempt to erase of the jumble of the past. The wheels creaked, my heart seeked the next place . . .

Tyto Alba on the road . . . . .

Down the road
by the big fat toad

under the brige
hanging to the ridge

she flies overhead
with the carcass of the dead

to savour the new flavour
of freedom bought on stolen time.