If only the rain
Knew how deeply
The desert missed
Her touch
Decades drought
Then suddenly
A syncopated beat
Falls into her
She cannot breathe
Gasps, absorbs
Breaks open
New ground
Swallow pureness
Life abounds
New shoots
Emanating
Stretching fingers
Aboveground
Creating homes
For vagrant
Winged wanderers
Taking refuge
All from clouds
Silent smiles nodding
As greenspace wanderers
Take up residence
Sunny retreat
From all
That hems us in
Four walls
Blank stares
Hallowed faces
Return to earth
Where shelter of leaves
Generously offered
Warm sunny smiles
Absorbed to heal
As if never cold
Storms never darkened
Her warmth entrances
Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break
Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation
I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting
Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme
Meticulously trawling
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?
Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed
Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds
Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning
Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking
Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup
Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Show me the ceiling
To break through it
Roof to climb
Endless stars infinity
Town edge dwelling
Among likeminded
City limits absorb
Unsuppressed greening
Ancient named peaks
Conquered cliff seams
Deconstructed reality
Worldbuilding dreams
Every time a memory
Falls from your lips
I capture the castle
Tend to its turrets
Looking out to wilderness
Waiting for inhabitants
Clock stopped in shock
Longing to revive
Moving hand to hand in time
For one
Take you with me
Everywhere I go
Wherever I stay
Yet pieces of you
Will be strewn
Carefully
Tenderly
As I speak out
A love that dared
As I shed scales
Off laden wings
Turning transparent
Emptying
Evolving
As we all are
Portraying colour
Residing within
Becoming again
A heart
That sings
Once was a time when
Stars were synonymous
With the afterlife
Ancestors shone
As diamonds spinning
Elipsis bound
Girth of lady earth
Lying flat submerged
Ground
Once was a time when
Hearts were synchronous
Rhyming couplets
Composing sonnets
Grand concertos
In an evening
As arms of rays
Move bout the waist
When a glance
Spun my world
Round
When you can't see
The tree
For fallen leaves
Nor the clouds
For the breeze
Wait until season
Wind changes
As it always will
Kind friend
Reminds you
Of the dawn
Ahead
'Don't you run away
Run away
When you get tired
'Cause this will slip away
Slip away
Start a fire
That can never be put out
Hurry time is running out
But don't you run away
Run away
Before you tell her
You love her'
Tell her you love her by Echosmith, written by Graham, Sydney and Noah Sierota and Jeffrey David.
Count the stars of heaven 