In wooded glades I weep, seated by this tree,
In words of a thousand my mind rips me open,
There is no forgiveness there is nothing to see
Or hear why the tears, scalding me – are welcome
The mound in my chest was unbearable and heavy
But sorrow happy sorrow I clasp both your hands.

Sometimes we don’t know what we really have
Until it is lost forever, it escapes us quietly no fuss
Then there is the emptiness that follows, the sorrow
Takes us to centre stage and the anger engulfs us,
Happy sorrow is familiar like a well-worn jacket
habit is regular, over done though we have to hack it!

In the night sky a new bright star appears glistening
The happy chance is teaching me the art of listening
For the message from its light can overcome all kinds
Of betrayals, the shine from its beam enters my mind
I hang upon the new star, do I dismiss it as a dream?
No I feel the reality of it – it is good this it seems.