For all of the places I've never seen  Scenic wonders or a well constructed Edifice adorned by the intricacies  Of the masons chisel  A white sandy beach on the aqua Caribbean  Stretching to a distant headland  Whos vista is disturbed by a Barbadian summers haze  A European forest where I might walk for one week among trees in their  Natural habitat  I've never sat at the stern of a liner  midway between here and there  No land glimpses above the endless curving  Horizons  In every direction  I've never seen these things first hand  With both of my bespectacled eyes  Only in two dimensions  From another's point of view  Maybe one day  But then again  I see what is in front of me  Beautiful  And  Ugly  Kindly, respectfully  Despairingly and compassionately  Just like you.  AGL

 Gone are the strings Snipped by sharp scissors  Each coloured chord Holding you tethered Unevenly severed You might topple Hard as it is To keep both feet on the ground The stresses and strains Want to drag you away The green ones a burden As are the others All shades Pulling you upwards Out of your comfort For now anchored firmly As you sharpen the cutter Snipping each one It might take a long time To cut your way free But best cutting something That is not you or me The circle disperses As your ills sail away Up into the heavens Where they pop  Dropping the stresses Like cold stinging rain Unforgiving torrents Of psychological pain When we are free Living right now Looking back when it's over Or at least  Under smaller clouds  Think of the colours You released over time  Embrace summer showers Dance in the rain Or sit in the quiet Enjoy a quieter brain Place bare feet firmly On wild open ground You've employed all times wisely To redress the balance  Followed an instinct Dis