Stuart Miller-Osborne

Lies not in Westminster Abbey as previously thought but on the Wiltshire/Berkshire borders under an elm tree long gone Nearby Belgium Canaries trace their footsteps on the card crisp paths searching for the land of peacocks but they find only dust The black eyes gazelles offer their assistance but are refused so they return to…

In the estuary of the forest a man taller than I spoke to me Lay in the humble undergrowth and hear the heartbeat of the world I was of youthful years and had never considered the pulse beneath me You are the younger but in time you will know more never doubt me And with…

shine brightly and sleep the night has arrived close your eyes and wait for the disguise of the morning when we will dance

You drift in your cold poetry in the dark winds where none can see your prefect form   In this kingdom of diamonds who but I will celebrate your exhibition ?   Qanik  (Snowflake)   1990  

with earlier permissions we walked the highest roads and before we rested again we witnessed together the ceremonies of our desire

let us walk these pleasure paths and search for the dust of friends for above the sorcery of the wall trees there lies a solemn heaven

I look in fever at the white white white wastes that surround me knowing that only the stars will know where I rest and that the suspension of the years is only the smooth trap of my recollection   1970

withered professors write of the carnivorous craters that swallowed a generation and sallow faced students dream delicate dreams of the mysteries to come whilst their plain pens weep the terrible tears of the time trap dead   1970

Does the season in the safety of its shining shell consider the richness of its beating heart or the prospect of its migration ?

You stare at me Relaxed and alert A century and more separates our visual greeting Yet you are the same Only I age As I travel towards our special meeting   1983