Running to the end of the rainbow

 Well I run to the end of the rainbow

I run through the day and the night

I run from beginning to the end although

She could put out her light

I run through the many colours, through

Yellow, and blue, green and red

And they take me up to the top of the hill

Then the colours run through my head

And I've been running til the end of the rainbow

I've got to keep the pot of gold in mind

But the further I run the further I am

From the goal I first set out to find

Yet I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Until I reach that promised land

Where there is milk and honey and green pastures

The grass is always greener on the other hand

I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Running from the thoughts I've left behind

I'm running somewhere new, where the sky is so blue

And where people will seek me but never find

So I'm running to the end of the rainbow

Will it be like it was before?

When the rain clouds break, it rains on my all my mistakes

Can I run fast enough, I'm never sure

Keep running

 Keep on running and you don't turn back

Keep on running down that one way track

Run on into the open, where no fences stand

Keep on running through the broken, through the restless land

And I look down at my feet, at the miles underneath

And I see the foot print laying far behind

But I keep running on in my mind

No there is no distance too far, no place I will not go

I'm gonna keep on running til the stars begin to show

And I will run on into moon shadow, run on over to Mars

Run on like the rover who knows he's roving too far

But I go because I can't look behind

Yes I will keep running on in my mind

Your love is like a ghost ship that keeps following my trail

And I will keep running from the memories of the times that I failed

But it doesn't matter who won or lost only that we tried

And I'm happy if I see your ghost I'll remember to keep running

On in my mind

Running along the shore, running into the war,

Running into a burning building, running the rich from the poor

Running on over the rainbow, running on into forever

Running on whereever I go, I'll keep running on like a river

Running into the desert, and running into the sand

I don't where I'm running to, I just keep running for as long as I can

River of Eden

 I was running up the river bed dry

She was naked laying in her bed

Her stones had not bled, and she could not cry

Her dress of water was locked in store

And she was cold lying on the stone floor

I ran up the Biddle combe brook

And it gave to me a sideways look

Who are you to trample on my bones?

Can't you see I lie alone

I need no other to claim my throne

Or cast about my care-worn stone

I am nature the mother grown

But no other shall me own

I looked about and saw 

The folly of the broken door

And just as if the river was smarter

I started to hear the sound of laughter

And in ripples and in childish tides

Her water dress trickled down over her thighs

And filled the dry bed where once she was wed

With its web-locked fingers, and its fluidity spread

And curled in crispness of a fresh salad bed

That springs up after the first rains 

And I like a leaping monkey had to jump out her way

Or her water dress would have swallowed me up

In her water cress-caress I was a fungi

Soft as a velvet Jews ear

And I could listen to her glistening and glamorous stories

Of the time she joined the Gulf stream

To travel for a day and a year

But she returned in the rain clouds

Heavy and all out of sorts

He had left her near the Isle of Iona of course

For a Madagascan or Chillian sport

So she returned to her hilly spring 

She dressed herself in black,

And she lay in ground waters low in the basin

Of the Mendip hills limestone cavernous crack

She stayed like a widow in mourning 

she lay in a suicide pact

With the staligtites and staligmites adorning

Her chamber of echoing fact

She called to her own deep reflection

And she spoke with the mirror of the cave

And it said you're the source so remember

It is only from you we can make waves

So go out into the world once again

When the cold air will not turn you to ice

And be the river of Eden

That runs out through paradise

Windswept moor - a sting in the tale

Walking on the Godney mile

When out of the sky flew a missile

It pinned me right at the top of the chest

This horse fly, wasp or hornet's nest

It was like a flying dagger

On a loaded spring

That the willows had whipped

Where the bluebird's sing

But the only thing singing that day on the moor

Was the wind that whistled

And my cry of pain that soared

Well what I had now was a creepy crawly down my shirt,

I slapped and I wrapped it, but it stang me and it hurt

Then as it tumbled down my tummy, I thought oh mummy!

It will be heading for my waist and my shorts. What's worse!

Luckily the offender flew on its way

But now I had a glowing red bulge upon my gullet

It itched sore like buggery, and my throat swelled

From wasp thuggery

Led me to believe I had been bitten by a bullet's burst

I pushed on and I did rub it to try in vain to dull it

But the pain did throb like a mullet had slapped me off my perch

The moors rolled on in soliloquy

Of a Roman revellery, when Mars the god of War

Is charging full red of face

Belligerently raging, the wind's war was waging

And holding hostage

Willows, reeds all in its embrace

Fellows linked arms and swayed

On that tortuous fierce windswept way

And faced the storm as they face the grave

Together as one, in unity strong and brave

Well what a wasp, what a stinger

What a counterfeit saint and a sinner

To have stung me that way, and then got away

I'm a red rosette winner

My throat swelled up I began to gasp

The sky turned sideways, cast askance

I looked one last look in that final glance

Saw my world fall apart and a fleeing wasp

I fell for what seemed to be days 

Down the rhyne in the gutter of the moor's water ways

And saw there all kinds of monster misbehave

From Gorillas in the ditch to crocodile graves

From the tombstones of vampires who could never

Find their rest

To the boomtowns of rats, just past the last harvest

And they each were a forgotten race, by the race of man

Abandoned and left to fend in their wayside caravan

As I slept in the wasp's sleep, it's poison did circulate

It turned my cheeks a crimson red

It turned my teeth an ashen black

As I chattered I did hibernate

Away from men's minds and matters

Into the dreamland of the wasp

He hovers above the flowery field 

He zooms in and out of the farmer's meals

And around pots of honey left at the rainbow's end

And I see that he killed me, so I might be his friend

I wake up near midnight

My back it is sore

My legs, are like black defenders

And what is more

There are no longer two

Six instead is their score

And my arms and hands into legs were blended

Nothing like they were before

As for my stomach, a thorax hard shell

Ribs like some titanium

Or carbon fibre as well

Light and of the strongest mould

Nothing less than from the fire's of hell

And I have no bum, no hips, no body

Except a bulbous bulge and at its end

A pointed stinger swells

I shiver at the sight, the thought sickens my stomach

But as I go to rub my eyes I realize

I have none, and then my spirits plummet

What has become of my head I can hardly tell

My mouth is some tapered visor and

With pincers there as well

As for my eyes they are disguised like some huge

Side placed globes, that stare out in all directions

No left or right I know

No night or day either,

Just shades of bright

And this is how I find the ether

Like a flowing road of light

I can see the sky rails

Can see the pollen trails

And thermals, the tiny discrete lines

Too miniature for detection by human eye

At last I notice behind me, folded in some natal sack

My wings like a quiver of arrows, ready for the attack

As I turn myself over

I feel them spread out naturally,

And beat and quaver and wobble and trim

To the humming sound of a bee

I rub my legs together

In some natural preparation for the flight

And before I take off I remember

To clean my large eyes

Ready to have clearest sight

Then I am off, it is lift off

The first unmanned wasp or kite

Is blown by the thin wind

His life to rescind

Which is better? Fight or flight?

I sail in the eves, I investigate nooks and crannies

Where I fail, my wasp heart believes

It can beat all the crooks and nannies

That if someone does you some harm

This sword will rebalance the scale

And you have to be cruel to be kind

In this world, for loser or winner will mind

That there is always a sting in the tale