A dove (for Sunday Scribblings)

I do not want a ration
I need all your passion

Two pigeons  on the grass
I love them as I pass

A new leaf sprouts
my emotions shout

I can not wait for the night
to hold your hands with delight

Of all things I choose love
because I am a dove

Humberstone mine (for OSI)

streams of light shining down
from the sun above to the ghost town

rubber tokens had no choice
for a miner had no voice

capricious drawings on the walls
remember now suffering calls

a vital touch

what a vital touch
walking barefoot on the earth
I love that so much

If I die (for OSI The passing)

music soothes my fears
"Pomp and circumstance" do play
I would love to hear

Choices

the roads long and bright

I am sure  that I am free

choosing left or  right