Giving in
Distance is space
Silence is peace
Thoughts may hinder
Feelings may breach
Relent the tense body
To the shimmer
Of the sea
This is me
Reply
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.
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.
Two loves
There was a story of
Two loves
One a great surveyor of landscapes
Who beheld the ocean and firmament
Over tea, toast and morning paper
But obscured from mountain view
The other a lover of all things nautical
Who beheld gondwanan mountain
From a glimpse of kitchen window
Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers
From the bedroom
Each obscured from the one thing they loved
So it was between them too
For to give is better..
Sometimes love feels like
Forgive
Forgive
Forgive
Until it's gone
Then, only then
Forgive oneself
Something in the way
The way you looked at me
Those days
Years away
Stays with me
Every day
I’d rather pick blackberries
I'd rather pick blackberries and never taste a bite
I'd rather go plane watching and never take a flight
I'd rather climb a mountain and not see the other side
Than to ever fall in love again with an absent friend
Golden
If seaside rocks could speak
They'd tell us how the world was formed
Should pelagic birds learn drawing
Secrets of deep ocean revealed
Might blossoms hum in tune with bees
What merriment the sunshine brings
Happy inhabitant
Incessant is the word for it.
Thoughts come in such a way
Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain
Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door
Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors
Prepares coffee in my kitchen
Sits beside each morn
Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold
A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Count the stars of heaven 