Pete's Quartz

Quartz
Buried Treasure
Mecca
Its All Greek To Me
Nothing Matters
Who
Greenwich
Woolwich Tattoo
Quainton
Honeypot Farm
Eastern jewel
Master Paver
For Sukminder
Hullo
Spring
First Flight
Papilion
Trap One
Hedgehog
Blueburger
Big Softie
Hold It
Time And Tide
Five To One
Looking Glass
Seven Years Old
26.1.44.
20/20
Twenty One Again
Seventy
Seventy Two
Eighty Plus
Trophy Winners
Voices
Attaboy
All Saints
Merry Christmas
S.W.A.L.K.
Colour Bar
Routemaster
Sugar And Spice
Ultimate Power
Travelling Back
Love And Marriage
Halo
Hold Your Breath
St.Joseph's
Evening
Last Will
Boomerang
My Love
The idea of being buried
Deep underground is not my wish.
Surely its a recent innovation,
Two metres down in a dark niche.

An arch of Saracen
Lovingly laid to give room,
And protection, to bleaching bones.
The reversing trend of leaving the womb.

covered long and deep and round,
with kerb of retaining blocks,
Plump as expectant mother earth,
Not straight jacketed in a wooden box.

I would wish space,
And sun on my face,
On a high green place,
Dressed only in silk and lace

Just until dawn rise,
And then at mid day
Raised high on scaffold
To be spirited away
By cleansing fire,
To be a sun ray.

To live forever,
A shimmering light.
Permanent day,
Banishing night.