The Angel Coast or Unexpected Gold

Bright heaven has let down her guard And falls be-dazzled on the winter sea The torrent breakers grey and wild Erupt in scintillating cries of light Bright platinum flashing white and flecked with unexpected gold. How came this glorious gift To such a cold stone shore? The whitening chalk cliffs, tender Honoured yet, breathe phantom…

Love is like the changing room in Mr Benn’s shop

Love is like the changing roomIn Mr Benn’s shop. You know, “As if by magic, the shop-keeper appeared”And let you choose the costume you desiredAnd led you to the roomWhere all roads change. And stepping out beyond the doorThe world is entirely newThe landscape and the sky transformedAnd so are you. Love is like a windowIn…

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