Nature is neither
Quiet nor forlorn
Waves wrestle breaks
Plummet to shores
Skylight barely
Twinkles away
Eons burning
Blasting space
If peace resists
To dwell within
Cradle cries
Foes grin
Let rip and tear
Of sea, sky and earth
Remind you whence
Flesh from birth
She, opens eyes wide at sunrise
To deliberate
Life, loves, lies
On tip of tongue
Softened by toast and hot tea
To protect buried memories
To defend all she has left
She, sheds a tear at moonrise
Orb of light illuminates her face
Soft folds of downy fields
Hair tickles her ears
Winds whisper incantations
Flowing across river
Searching for her lover
Believing only in peace
Laid buried beneath her feet
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.
When your hope was without end
Your smile could light the sky
Your love never ran dry
I wish I knew you when
Passion put your thoughts to pen
Ink ran free, exploring edges
Of wilderness ne'er seen
I'd dream to hold the hand
This wishful young woman
Full of wisdom and insight
Not anticipating ache
Even more than this
I long to hold the kiss
And the gaze that beheld
A life lived wild and free
Yes, more than any thing
A sunny coast retreat
A quick retirement
Just me and the breeze
Yes, more than this
I just wish I knew you now
Ever since that time
You flew away
Across the strait
For poignant day
My heart sank
Never again would I allow
My heart to be
Shipwrecked
Without a life-raft
We exist in a temporal way
In some parallel galaxy
Where our minds float
Willingly among dreams
Not our bodies
A kaleidescope of loves
Exist within one bond
How to split affection
Across the diaspora?
One token affection
Placed in a box
Pride of mantle
To deliver new year
Gathering dust
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.
Lighter than a coin
Tickle my fingertip
If it were to alight
Upon my point
Drifting aimless
Blustery winds
Tumultuous, feral
Wearing nothing but scales
Aching, tender
Shedding colour
Under weight of shelter
Another's touch
Fleeting, painfully shy
Obscuring its beauty
Soon as footsteps pass by
My heart, the butterfly.
Count the stars of heaven 