Silent and stealthy Master of patience Winged wanderers Lie in wait Footsteps to evade Mesmerising artist Dreamweavers Highest peak of nature Study of scales In momentary flight To seek her beauty To accept a life As a maiden in waiting For next season arrive As age wearies The watcher She is forever young Dawning metamorphosis Her daily wisdom Touted to stop Smell the flowers Force of wings A breath forms Tidal waves over horizon One moment pure rapture The next moment Gone
Time and time again Our footsteps find The path that winds Back to where Our heart wound Sings for solace Giving it the love We grew accustomed to Until our mind Direction-finding Breaks through Finds the compassion To love the child Within
My soul reaches out Like morning rays Touching dew drop Falling from new leaf Turned over Each morning I wake See you and wish To dry fresh tears With new found smiles
Flying in formation I admire commitment To one another Through all weathers Looking to the heavens For inspiration Direction finding Decision laden Feather-like mine Wondering where You're flying Shelter within Together while Wind and storm rage Our souls tied Calms the storm Inside
Modern living presents
Small portrait-sized
Black-mirror windows
Into foreign lands
Full of pop wisdom
Highs like sherbet sticks
Rainbows that fade soon as
We hit the power button
We are not bound up in pixels
Love hearts, thumbs up
To bow your neck
Squint though fingerprints
Smile lingers only a moment
I give you sunrise and sunsets
Wishing stones falling through
Lapping waves glistening
Paw prints and hellos
I give you the awkward moments
When I realise I poured my heart out
You received it willingly
I am silent in thankfulness
I hold my breath waiting
For you to speak
Exhaled step by step
Cadence of time together
Waiting for one another
In the sound of silence
Hello my ancient friend May I place yet another Hand on your leg? Will you spill all secrets In this brief meeting? How you thrived Thousands of adoring Visitors while growing Silently, unnoticed Our footsteps heralded By birdsong We celebrate the girth Of your waist While post-luncheon Walkers remark on New year's resolutions Aimed at winding back Time and growth Of their appearance It must seem Very primitive thinking To such a wise one Of your worth
The Octopus Tree on kunanyi, Mt Wellington Tasmania