Incessant is the word for it. Thoughts come in such a way Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors Prepares coffee in my kitchen Sits beside each morn Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Heavy is the night Lays shadows on my walls Deep dark holes across the floor Captured all that's gone before Thoughts climb up and out To alight upon the morn Steady is the hand To carve a quiver to a quill Dip its nib into the will Paint pictures with words While the mind is sharp and still For prowl the hour of the wolf All that is gone is done All that is left is spent Thoughts like pennies drop Into a stream of consciousness Slumber returns as if she never left
Light and gentle movement Stretch and bolster vitality Sending hope waves through the brain. Invitations to Sunday afternoon Drives winding through rainforest Sunlight dapples breath taking To a hotel nestled in gentle folds Of ancient mountain. Return to oneself. Bathe in possibility lain broken. Dare not feed the narrative of turbulent deep dreams Though if disturbed by slumber's provocative story telling Hope awakens with bird song daily Dreams escaped To a reality which is perhaps dull in comparison.
Morning snow at Mount Field National Park Tasmania
We are planetary beings You, a large gas giant Me, one of many Moons in orbit Holding all force Against gravity Between us Or else be plunged Into a remote desert A mere scar upon Your landscape Slow disappearing Shifting sands of time No home to call Mine
I could be your one and only Strength for the mission Cure for the lonely I would find treasured tales Buried in our morning tide
One day these pages will open up Labyrinthine stairwell Overseen by rock cathedral Passing strangers alight its halls
Will you dance with them till midnight? Or lie with them till noon? Breaths measured by the waves lapping Under gentle moon
I too, long to relish life For years of back breaking toil Nigh on broke my spirit So bond with me, lover, friend Though plea not to be loyal to all others Forsooth, my heart's not in it.