Paper cranes
Gently enfolding
Delicate hands
Miniature worlds
Of make believe
Passed on
Poignantly
To look upon
Proudly placed
Between one another
With love

Full moon
If it fades or hides
Past sight of land
Obscured by grey cloud
Wishing to be held
In wonderment
Then filled with liquid light
Every day

Inspired by stage production The Old Man and the Old Moon.

When words fade
Into meaningless space
A torrent slipping
Abyss

Applause cut short
Silence pervades

Small delicate beauty
Takes their place

Pain relief
Sending signals
To live at ease
To smile and laugh 
Be well pleased
Be oneself
Be free

Why would one
Deny such a cure
For all?

If all the days
Nights and mornings
Stood in a line 
Of highest to lowest
Cascade of time

Today 
Third eye blind

Beside all those
That kicked me
To the curb
Barefoot
Undeserved

All except for
A moment somewhere
Someone wondered
Could I be 
Loved?

Sense and sensitivity
Brave behaviours
Daily rituals
Humour and fragility

All the things
Love to love
Wrap up
Black band
Wounded heart
Bind in my hands
Soften edges
Massage 
Hard places
Breathe warmth
Into mine
And yours

The art of
Self-acceptance
Gazing mirror view
Absorbing all

Knowing smiles
Embracing lines
Spilling gratitude
Falling into

Painting pictures
In our minds
Daring meet
Catch an eye

Knowing affect
Stalemate strife
Love is ultimate
High of life

Enfolding warmth
Around a heart
Flow composes
Words bloom grow

One command
Universal
Submit to
Willingly

No matter
With whom
Amiss or
Together

No wonder
Made real
Forever
With us