How your hair moves
Gently in the breeze
Put mind at ease
Surround with green
Reminding me
Special treasures
Await when we leave
Path well travelled
Ends curling upwards
Humidity, too fine
To be trampled
Beneath our feet
Fair maiden
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Divine ordinary
Finished work at 5pm. Went for walk in the rain. Resting on my warm couch waiting. For kitchen to be cleaned so I can dirty it again.
So long
…and thanks for all the fish
Douglas Adams
The magic hour
Ten leg caravan
As far as the eye could see
Described the horizon
Shifting and changing
With oppressive heat
Cadence of the caravan
Riding handsomely
Toward everything
Past edge of known land
Frontier called
Like battlefield before
Rarely a woman seen
Except one who walked
Where no one went
With followers in tow
Not out of bravery
Passion or daring
Just because only place
Left to go
Welcome stranger
Ready for lift-off
Passing fancy
Invisible delights remain
As the stardust fades
Revelry abates soft sounds
Of sleeping in till late
Thunderous applause
Momentary universe
In all colours
Of the night
Fade until next time
Old endings turn to
New beginnings
With you
Eve
Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose
Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going
Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge
Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you
Satellite of love
Gold-plated crafted
By the finest dreams
Of our generation
A mission of a lifetime
A decade, years unknown
When completed
Could it become
Another star in the sky
Revolving around the sun?
Discovering new things
About worlds beyond
A job that is never done
Twisting and turning
Ignoring nature's revolution
A revelation in the eyes
Of one
Count the stars of heaven 