A christmas card
For the previous owner
Every year
No return sender
How to tell her
How long ago she passed?
Her gesture arouses
A reminder
How we'd gladly
Hold her hand
In her final hours
To not be alone
Could not speak
Thank you, dear
Such a gesture
Is true love
Now, how to find it
Among the living
Busy, overwhelmed?
Love at peace
No certain future
Content in silence
No eye on wealth
Love with no returns
A love like this
Need not speak a word
Offer a gift
Touch a hurt
For endless riches
Are stored away safe
From prying eyes
Whispered days
Collected conversation
Over endless afternoons
That live in a landscape
Of memories with you
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
Nightly thoughts invade
Missed chance blooming
Once a year
Beauty and opportunity
Keeping me awake
How long till next opening?
Keeping me grounded
Expectantly waiting
Indefinitely
Crowds gather round me
Knowing
Queen of the night
Stood over me
Displaying her colours
For one glorious moment
From then on I became
More like myself
Each passing day
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
Count the stars of heaven 