A Pure Heart (A Maid’s Lament)

If one’s pure heart is tainted for a time
Can one’s pure heart remain to feel rewind
If I conceal all that I’ve done
Can my poor heart begin whence it begun

He was my love, adoring me
With purest heart, naive and free
But in my selfish heart I found
A place to lie and to be proud

To scorn another’s love so pure
To break a heart, leave it unsure
Of all the gifts it could receive
From one such heart, naive and free

But did I know where scorn would lead
I surely would have taken heed
And nurtured love so pure and true
The games I played, I came to rue

If one’s pure heart is tainted for a time
Can one’s pure heart remain to feel rewind
If I reveal all that I’ve done
Can my poor heart begin whence it begun

In search of high and richer life
I came to be another’s wife
And spurned a pure untainted love
For the life I had dreamed of

In doing so, I broke a heart
Which for it’s strength, shattered like glass
And never more was it to be
A heart so pure, naive and free

A ship, it bore him from the land
He took his love far from my hand
And left a message etched in stone
Of how one’s scorn could cut to bone

And when the waves, they bore him down
And in those depths, a pure love drowned
I had not had the chance to tell
Of how my heart, it loved him well

Sirens who call him to the deep
Know that my poor heart surely weeps
Release and send him home to me
And I shall love, naive and free

If one’s pure heart is tainted for a time
Can one’s pure heart remain to feel rewind
If I reveal my love to thee
Can my poor heart forever live….in memory of thee

© Kacey Patrick 2012

The Sakura – For Taiji and Kayo

From this day a tree will grow
In a garden, where we’ll go
Each year to watch the blossoms bloom
And gather with our friends
And as this tree, it grows and spreads
It’s blossomed bowers overhead
We will look back on this day
To where it all began

We gather here with blessings
For the children of this garden

From this day, this tree and they
Will share this sacred ground

And we will watch with warmth and love
As these children grow

And evolve with all the magic, joys and sorrows
That abound

Taiji, Warrior of Peace
Child with great connection

To the natural world around you
We wish for evermore

That nature brings you nurture
That your journeys bring you all

The wonder and compassion
That life has in store

Kayo, Child of Fragrant World
Girls at life’s beginning
Whose light and conscious presence
Did radiate from the start 
We wish for you a life of love
Adventure and of learning
Of peace and magic, joy and dreams
And all that sets apart

From this day a tree will grow
In a garden, where we’ll go
Each year to watch the blossoms bloom
Remembering this day
And as this tree, it grows and spreads
It’s boughs and blossoms overhead
The children of this garden
Will sing and dance and play

© Kacey Patrick 2010

At Journey’s End

Arriving at our journey’s end
We sought solace in a friend
A friend to share our secrets with
To share regrets and sorrows
To share the joy and wisdom learned
All that we’d seen, all that we’d heard
But no such friend was waiting there
The day after tomorrow

Before the journey had begun
We thought there was at least someone
A single individual to stand the test of time
But one forgets and one is blind
When one is harsh, cruel and unkind
That friends need to be nurtured
Even if they are of thine

We’re sure the bitterness of heart
It was not present at the start
But on reflection, maybe it was there
Since time began
And through the years it ebbed and flowed
And like a sickness, it did grow
Until all hope of recompense
Was wilted in distain

And friends that stayed all drifted off
One by one, then all at once
Some held on, until the hurt
They found too much to bare
And did we notice, No!, not then
We thought we were a God to men
Too arrogant, conceited
And too cold of heart to care

So now, at journey’s end we see
All that was life, all memories
Are no more that a little blip
In life’s eternal roll
For if one has no friends to share
The joys and sorrows, loves and cares
The only one to confide in
Is one who’ll save your soul

© Kacey Patrick 2012 (October 1st)

You Would Be Mine

Another place another time
I know you would be mine
Another space were we inclined
I know you would be mine
If to embrace to feel sublime
I know you would be mine
If to erase and leave behind
I know you would be mine this time

Like a tide against the shore
I retreat still wanting more
Where dampness soaks the sand, a desire it expands
Along the ebb and flow of seas
Where the waves crash over me
Every time we came to pass I cannot breathe

Like an apple from a tree
Enticed by gravity
To be caught within a hand and surrender to the man
Who could devour with a breath
All resistance I have left
Every time we come to pass I would be free

If there is more than one
For each and everyone
You would be one of those ones for me
If I could step outside
My current life
Surrender to igniting strife
I’d cross divides to realise
And actualise desires inside

Like a moth drawn through the night
Singe-ing wings in candlelight
I flutter in the wake of the ripples that you make
And treat with nonchalance and fear
The sense of you so near
Every time we come to pass I cannot breathe

Like the movement of a moon
With an orbit gone too soon
I revolve around and wait, in an state, as I anticipate
What madness it would be
If my will abandoned me
Every time we come to pass I would be free

Another place another time
I know you would be mine
Another space were we inclined
I know you would be mine
If to embrace to feel sublime
I know you would be mine
Another place we’d be entwined
And I know you would be mine

© Kacey Patrick 2012

Inspired by ‘Invocation’ from Beyond Words – Bobby McFerrin.

Invocation

The Brolgas

Against the backdrop of an azure sky
A brolga pair orbits the baked earth
Like creatures from another time
Prehistoric in their form
Long and slender they rise
Vast wings in undulating motion

Such grace
As if buoyed by zephyrs

They circle to join others
Pairs in sublime union
To bless the skies
To bless the earth
To await dusk
When their call will resound through human hearts

© Kacey Patrick 2007
For the Yungaburra Folk Festival

Wollumbin / ‘Tyalgum Dawn’

In early morning light
In solitude it stands
A sentinel is proud
Above a subdued land

The catcher of the clouds
Swathed in morning mist
Unfurling from the landscape
Like spiders’ filament

Silhouettes of trees
Sit smudged against the scene
Their tendrils catch the creeping light
Then turn from grey to green

Breezes swirl, caressing
Vast undulating fields
Which ripple from the forest
That clothe this sentinel

As dawn’s first ray alights
Atop the mountain’s brow
Then refracts down through the forest
To hushed and sleepy towns

———

This is an undulating land
Formed in eons past
Its ancient rim, a remnant
Of molten rock and blast

And high above this valley
In forests thick and wise
Trees remain from ancient times
To stand and to remind

And there amongst the undergrowth
A chorus deep within
Resounds the call of early morn
Which echos down the stream

The first peoples, they know
The sacred in this place
The those who came thereafter
The heart within this space

If Wollumbin is the heart
The caldera is the arms
Embracing all who dwell here
In intoxicating charm

As Morning mists unfurl
And reveal a bounty grand
A sentinel stands proud
Above an ancient land

© Kacey Patrick 2011

Adapted and used as text for ‘Tyalgum Dawn : for soprano and string orchestra’, composed by Ann-Carr Boyd. Commissioned for the 20th Anniversary of the Tyalgum Festival of Classical Music, 2011. Performed by the Camerata of St John’s and Kacey Patrick (soprano).

The Wall

Brick by brick, tile by tile
We built a wall which stretched for miles
Each piece was laid with silent rage
And mortared with resentment
Sometimes I’d feel you trowelling there
Upon your side, with extra care
Ensuring all the seals were fixed
All holes surely cemented

Our wall it started with one word
One slight misunderstanding
But then it grew and each brick laid
Continued the compounding
Until it stretched from here to there
One horizon to nowhere
Our wall it stretched, it wove and weaved
Beyond all understanding

Each brick a word
Each tile a hurt
The mortar, when we’d felt unheard
And each of us upon our side
We worked upon the wall

The bricks once small to manage
Began to grow in size
Until the effort to construct the wall
It made us tired
And sometimes we would double back
And find a brick we’d laid
And carve a pattern in it
With such purpose to dismay

As the wall grew long and wide
We started on the height
We’d build it up to hide the sun
We’d work both day and night
Until the only good to find
Was resting in the shade
Of the wall of words and spite
We had so deftly made

Each brick a word
Each tile a hurt
The mortar, when we’d felt unheard
And each of us upon our sides
We worked upon the wall

One day a little crack appeared
A shaft of sunlight did reveal
A glimmer and a promise
The hope of new contentment
You from your end, I from mine
We met at last on either side
We laid our trowels upon the ground
Exhausted and repentant

I placed my hands upon the bricks
I sensed you do the same
And then we pushed with all our might
And felt the wall give way
Our wall that stretched from here to there
To dust it crumbled, fine and fair
And now it’s only ruins of the ramparts
That remain

Each brick a word
Each tile a hurt
The mortar, when we’d felt unheard
Now each of us upon our sides
We work upon the wall

© Kacey Patrick 2012 (September 29th)

The Griffin and The Dove

A snow white dove she sits, beneath a walnut tree
Her snow white breast lit up against a darkened shade of green
And his adoring eyes
Caressing her with care
He sees her grace and charm and all the difference there

She sees the Griffin watching with his calm unwavering gaze
His gentle heart encased within a dragon’s crimson scales
This creature of a myth
Glints ruby in the sun
So different from herself and yet for her, the only one

How could a love
Ones such as this
Survive beyond the sanctuary of this garden
Out in a world
Where sameness holds fast
Could they be brave enough to share their love and rise above
How could a love
So real yet so stark
Survive beyond the sanctuary of this garden
Would others remark
Or would the fable stand true
That a love so full of promise will overcome the rules

A snow white dove she sits, beneath a walnut tree
All the while she wonders on the world she cannot see
Where poppies all compete
With roses’ faded blooms
As the setting sun reflects a darkening afternoon

But to overcome the fear and embrace with all your soul
The difference that attracts
That completes, that makes you whole
To celebrate your love with all who come to pass
To be strong within each others arms
Dismantle walls and shatter glass…..

How could a love
Ones such as this
Survive beyond the sanctuary of this garden
Out in a world
Where sameness holds fast
Could they be brave enough to share their love and rise above
How could a love
So real yet so stark
Survive beyond the sanctuary of this garden
Would others remark
Or would the fable stand true
That a love so full of promise will overcome the rules

The Griffin in majestic grace, sweeps down to join her there
Beneath the ancient walnut tree, beside the rusted chair
And with tenderest embrace
Her feathers white as snow
She nestles neath the crimson scales, in love she’ll always know

© Kacey Patrick 2012

A Song and a Smile for Souls

It filters down the avenue
A song –
The high note in the perfume of the business district
The source, a woman foreign and unfamiliar in her surrounds
The rainbows of her garb
Illuminate the steel and glass
Reflect austere designs of finance
To nestle like a flower in a fallow field

Her gait is full of dance
As she strolls along
The fabric of her dress swirls, lightly caressing
The trousers and the shoes of those she passes
She smiles in greeting
A smile slightly mischievous
It beckons full of promise
As though there is a garden, not far off
Which only she is privy to

Some stare
Then retreat at once
To their bunkers of glass and comfort
Some smile and share
A brief visit to her garden
Only to return to the musings of their working day
Of those that smile
A very few, they follow
And as their steps they lighten
Their garden grows abundant
Their garments turn from black and grey
To the iridescence of a butterfly
And a song and a smile are passed on
Like nectar for the soul

It filters down the avenue
A song –
Not one song but many, as they follow close behind
The perfume of the tune, precedes their joyous steps
As they leave all their cares to others
Trapped in their glass and bunkers
Sifting through the pages
And emails of their working day
Gazing out the window
To marvel at the flowers in a fallow field

© Kacey Patrick (Sydney 16/7/07)/revised 2012

The Winds of Love and Loss and Longing

Stand alone upon a cliff
The sharp north wind it brings relief
Icy tendrils catch a breath affronting in its harshness
Crystals form upon a cheek rubbed red and raw, coarse and deep
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A mantle pulled as close as it may dare
Shrouds a neck once caressed
But now the harsh north wind seeks to kiss the very same
With sharp and bitter calloused lips
To touch the skin and prick with cold
No mind for broken hearts
No mind for salted tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Brace thyself against the swale
Steel thyself against the gale
A Payne’s grey sky
A grey green sea
The winds of loss envelop thee

Stand in pair upon a beach
The warm dank wind it does beseech
Surrender to a realm so near of passion unabated
Skin is damp drenched with desire
Loins are wet, one touch is fire
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A lover’s touch as close as it may dare
Caress the flesh which lies in wait
And now the sweet damp wind excites love’s revelry
With sultry fragrant overtones
To swirl round limbs which seek release
No mind for reserved hearts
No mind for frigid tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Immerse thyself in bodies sure
Sweep thyself in rapture
A crimson sky
A turquoise sea
The winds of love envelop thee

Stand at edge of vast expanse
The dry west wind invokes a trance
It sifts and grasps in reckless whirls and smothers all it passes
Breath succumbs, eyes are blind
Lips chafed and split are blushed unkind
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

A veil wrapped tight as close as it may dare
Coils a neck which might expire
But now the dry west wind lifts and whips it like a sail
With rasping voice and mournful cry
To tighten skin, to choke and parch
No mind for lonely hearts
No mind for barren tears
The winds of love and loss and longing

Bend thyself against the blast
Stand before the shredding draught
A mustard sky
An arid sea
The winds of longing comfort thee

© Kacey Patrick 2012