Let grief flow
To try to stop
It’s winding course
Like the force
Of a river
Aching for sea
Opens the way
For opportunity
To know oneself
Obstacles seem
Insurmountable
Compassion may bear
Steady your feet
Plant them deep
Flow with grief
All this time
Tracing the edges
Watching the lines
Ink fills empty spaces
Candy bar colours
From head to toe
Siamese dream
Waking slow
Starlit darkness
Winter solstice smile
Blue morning
Colour me blind
Memories permeate
Through reclaimed
Rock walls
Of the present
Illuminating
Iridescent morn
If I pour my heart
Out to you
Is it too heavy?
You see, I need
A good strong woman
A big heart
For if she wishes
To pour out too
I have grown strong
From holding on
For so long.
'There is freedom within
There is freedom without...
Don't dream it's over
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
Don't let them win...'
Lyrics to Don't Dream It's Over by Crowded House'
Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors
One who will
Save me yet
From myself
Perpetual
Broken heartedness
Self imposed abandon
Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind
Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations
Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder
Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder
Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered
Past light future wish
Some other soul
Like mine
'I'm learning to love you from afar
By that I mean across the bar
You are so beautiful..
You are my future but not my present'
Lyrics to Love without Possession by Scout Willis.
Sydney Mardi Gras
Hemmed in by chosen
Memories
Discarded ones collect
Pools of regret
Out in the driveway
Older I get
Smaller the space
I inhabit
More selective
What constitutes
A treasure in my mind
Music, art and books
Unread stories
To discover soon as
I set foot
Out of the hallways
Of yesterday
Any day now
Once you are away
From your childhood home
Many years past
One still dreams
Of flying away from it
Telling you it's time
To move on
Long gone down river
From sacred moments
Of coming out
To the world
One still dreams
Of a sleeping lover
Tip toe past her
Not to awaken love
If she'd rather slumber
Moving through the world
Of faces lit bright red
At night by dining tables
Revelry and mist mingle
In the air
Faces become familiar
Still imposed on new..
Old loves flicker
Features compose comfort
We cannot move away
Neither day or sleep
The divine touch
A muse, a fire
A demi-god
Living humbly in suburbia
Capture our inner eyes
So that we may dream well
Forever
Count the stars of heaven 