Kindness never hurt
Anybody
Gently restoring
Original appeal
Is blood, sweat, tears
Only to keep her
For so many years
The one who loved her
So dearly whispers
Please never fall
In love again
Cottage kind
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Category Archives: Biography
Thrill of the chase
Boarding party
The art of detecting
Always on the lookout
For one who gives freely
Permission to pop in
Seems to know intuitively
A weekend is free
Calls on lonely lunch break
Just to squeeze it in
Conversation starter
Halts but never really ends
Rescues end of week
With a glass of best red
If followed by few more
There’s always a spare bed
No matter how many
Months between
We pick up where we left
Though many held and cherished
Know love is a true friend
I would rather
Be poor and in love
Living on tea and vegies
Hear love sing out loud
Than make up songs about it
Live in a yurt fancy free
Than find a home without you
Stay, wait and wonder
Than solo sail world round
See your face again
Than know everything about you
Close my eyes and count to ten
Than hide in the dark to be found
To learn of love
Vast eye in the sky
Long lashes in clouds
Tells me all I learned
From love
How to sing
Sonnets day long
While silent
Gently playing
Vinyl rotating
Turn a trite saying
Into midnight devotion
How to be singular
In constant conversation
With absent lover
Find common ground
With old objects
Of affection
A face blushed
Shining for another
Telling what one
Is capable of
Existing in skin
No trading it in
A lifetime lived
In imagination
To wake with dawn
Cradle in arms
A babe of newborn
Intention
Spirit of content
Breathes within
While flotsam
Swirl, slip downstream
Whispers and gossip
Trade ways to leave
Such thoughts here
Are homeless
There body aches
No explanation
Tall tales begging
To leave again
Love well taught
Who saddles
Dark mountain
Endless Summers
Multiple intelligence
Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair
All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate
For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes
More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again
Unknown
Telling you everything
Like blowing in the wind
A sprouting dandelion
Knowing it will never
Return to me, then
Turning around
Seeing them
Growing all around me
Tales told and loves
Unfolding from
Somewhere else
Unknown
Down
Teasing a whisper trail
Covering over a lifetime
He said, she said
Cellists make good lovers
As she hugs her legs
Round the portly shape
Smooth timbre of hips
Vibrating sullenly
As boozy fingers
Re-member how to be
When eyes hone in
Expectantly
These beams come down
Onto me from the sky
A place I can never climb
So I evacuate from
The bottom rung
Sink my toes into
Mounds of moss
Lichen it grows
On me like you
Hidden shape teases
Behind a silk wave
Hiding her face
When I try to take
Her picture
Space junk
All that glitters
Is not gold
In zero gravity
Feel free and easy
But unavoidable
Collisions with
Floating debris
Leave me speechless
On the far
Distant galaxy
My star lights the way
She is bright and sparkly
Unnamed oft spoken
Constant in the sky
Can we consume
Drifting asteroids
Wandering satellites
That hinder us?
We are but dust
If I shine
We collide
Will we repel
Explode
Create a new world?
Or at least
Glow brighter
Unto ourselves
While dark stillness
Between us
Illuminates
Stories untold
Open door
Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine
Count the stars of heaven 