Toil of love

I have a friend who makes me smile
She makes me walk the extra mile
Thoughts flow like full moon tide
Naked bathe, nothing to hide
Deepest conversations spill
Stories beckon mind and will
Imaginary friends depart
Long lost love letters torn apart
Nothing like a human soul
To touch the heart
To fill the hole

Imagine where such friend may lead
Should no opinion dare impede
What's the chance that this may grow
Not I, nor she, nor anyone knows
I cast these thoughts onto the breeze
Dandy copters casting seeds
Soft warm soil, well watered too
The toil of love, well worth the view
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Daily incantations

She, opens eyes wide at sunrise
To deliberate
Life, loves, lies
On tip of tongue
Softened by toast and hot tea
To protect buried memories
To defend all she has left

She, sheds a tear at moonrise
Orb of light illuminates her face
Soft folds of downy fields
Hair tickles her ears
Winds whisper incantations
Flowing across river
Searching for her lover
Believing only in peace
Laid buried beneath her feet
Waubs Bay, Bicheno Tasmania

I feel you

In my feet pounding pavement
Hips swaying to music
Waves crashing in ears
Sun beating
Rhythm in my solar plexis
Salty sting of tears
Glitter on the water -
In your eyes -
Evokes a feeling
One cannot contain
Boundless sea
I feel you
Long beach, Sandy Bay Tasmania

I’d rather

I'd rather be with me, than
In the shadow of a tree
Grown by groaning pains
Missing her former ways

I'd rather be alone, than
Drink down remedies from
Expectation formed
Watching romantic comedy

I'd rather go solo, than
Interpret someone's needs
Through the scintillating sound
Of the pleas of silent screen

I'd prefer to take a stroll
Cool and dry under a 'broll, than
Be soaked in untold stories
Of adventures without me

I'd rather be awake, than
Anticipating ache
Of sleeping next to you
Then, in a month or two we're through.
Burnt out trees in St David’s Park, Hobart Tasmania

It’s not too late

It's not too late to win
Bring it on in
Hopeful is a form of resistance
In this world of compliance

It's never too late to start
Pull it apart
Apathy betrays us daily
Rebuild your world brick by brick

It's always too soon to give up
Reach out an arm
Wave it high until you feel again
Air on skin, apply firm grip

It is now the time to change
Grow it again
Limbs you left behind in wars
Between best friends, love comes in time

It's all we can do to admire
Past selves for bravery
How we begun, no coming undone
Arise for the sake of one and all

It's ok to want to walk in
Knock on the door
Ask to come in, for love takes the floor
Knowing the will is never found

S.O.S

Seeker of sparkly things
Eyes always searching crowd
For glittery glimpse
Of small city familiarity

Search and found
Ache of longing rescued
No shame in admiration
A bouquet of floral, gemstone and jewellery

Hands shoved in pockets
To stop their dance moves
Body chimes in, swaying back and forth
Rocking to classic sound of heart's beat

Eyes and ears glued to lips and voice
Ebb and flow of sound
Storyteller sighs for a while
Relieved loyal receiver of sparkly tales.